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Chapter #4
Thieves of a Foolish Fold
by: Unknown
You took time to enjoy your solitude as you walked through the town. The sun was setting and most of the people were inside. During the day if in town you usually hear people gossip about you. It wasn't out of the ordinary, but most people described you as a dark knight or a heartless monster. Yet that didn't phase you. Ever since you were twelve you started you career as a mercenary and killed people with bounties without regret. You even torched a band of pirates because it was the job you were hired to do. Sometimes though people respect your work. Life as a mercenary isn't pleasing to people, but in a way it did help you gain wealth and a fearsome reputation. The people who respected you often called you the lord of dragons or the lone hero.
After the sun went down a gentle breeze blew through your jet black hair. You then examined the bag containing the 100,000 gold. In the land in which you live one gold bar equals at least 20,000 gold coins. With five gold bars in the sack you were carrying you have enough gold to add another expansion to your own castle outside of town. You then stop walking as your ears detect light footsteps. Your nose picks up the scent of thieves. They would be fools to attack a dragon like yourself. It wouldn't even be worth transforming into a dragon to put those lowlifes out of their pathetic existence.
"Come on out cowards! You picked the wrong guy to mug!"
You then hear one thief run towards you. On instinct you leap into the air and kick the thief. The thief is sent hurling into a wall. The impact from the blow broke his neck leaving him dead. You sense fear among the other thieves hiding in the shadows. Three more thieves come rushing at you from three different directions. You unsheathe your sword and quickly slice the thieves in two. You then spot two thieves cowering before you.
"Hav... Have mercy on us Lord Havorok Huntfire!" A female thief cried.
"Why should I consider sparing your lives after you attacked me?" You replied.
"We'll do anything!" the other thief said as sweat rolled down his face.
"If you really want to make it up to me then pledge your allegiance to me. You'll be hired as my servants and be my guards. If I need information for a job such as the layout for a town you two will find out all you can. Failure to do that will result in consequences. Do you understand?"
"We understand."
"Good now come with me."
So you and your newly acquired servants head back to your castle. You then eat a feast made for a king. Normally eating this much would be bad for a human, but given that you are a dragon meals as large as this were required to keep yourself in tiptop shape. Also with your proficiency in magic you could easily replenish your own food supply in months of famine. Of course if such was the case you would sell your food to the townspeople. You can't afford to let them die of starvation or you wouldn't have clients to hire you for your services.
After eating your fill your servants eat the small portion that you left for them. You then head to your bathing chamber. There you take off your tunic, gloves, and pants. You then use your fire breath to heat the water the maids have prepared while you were out. You then step into the pool of water and relax. You look at your body and remember how you were nearly killed twenty years ago. It's a surprise that the scars you received long ago were completely gone from both of your forms. As you grew older the scars slowly faded.
It wasn't until you were twelve that they were completely gone. Now every time you get cut or scratched the wound instantly heals. You relax for thirty minutes before you hear a knock on the door. You then slip on your pants and answer the door.
"What is it?"
"There's someone here to see you m'lord." A butler said.
"I'll be right out. I just need to put on my shirt."
"Very well. I'll let your visitor know that you'll be ready soon."
After slipping on a shirt you go out to the throne room to meet your guest. The guess you meet must have a reason for wanting to meet with you this late at night. Upon entering the throne room you see your visitor.
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