Rain started to pour from the skies, driven by gusts of wind that rustled the trees.
Hamlet was glad that he was out of that miserable swamp and heading back to a dry, warm place, and Brugmur thought likewise.
Anything to cool down the dragon foul mood after their failed treasure hunt.
The duo entered the inn, the owner of the establishment, a big bellied fox, doing some late night cleaning.
"So, you boys find anything useful?" he asked when he saw them.
Brugmur shot the jolly fat owner a sharp glare before heading up to his room.
Hamlet nervously fidgeted before turning to the puzzled, bemused innkeeper. "I am truly sorry about his rudeness. It's just a fortune was in our hands before being torn away from us. Please excuse him my, good sir," Hamlet explained as he unconsciously moved a hand towards the bulge in his vest containing the red jewel he took from his adventure.
The plump fox chortled, shrugging. "It isn't the first time I have to deal with some adventurers' foul mood. Just hope we don't have to deal with it in the morning," he said.
"Thank you for understanding," said Hamlet, bowing and hurrying upstairs.
Brugmur said nothing, laying down his big body on the double bed, his form taking up the entire mattress while Hamlet made a fire in the, lighting up the dark room.
There was no room for the poor pigman, so he sat at the foot of the bed, watching the fire...until a strange red glow inside his vest caught his attention.
Hamlet blinked in confusion as the crimson glow grew brighter.
He took it out and studied it... and his eyes glazed over as the chubby porkchop's mind became hazy.
"Wha...?" Hamlet muttered.
Slowly his consciousness was forced out and a new one took hold. It was one of a long dead dragon, one that craved a second chance at life.
He had done just that, managing to lure some hapless adventurers to his remains and pick up the amulet, a horcrux he had constructed in his last days.
Now he finally had a vessel, one he had to pilot for the time being until he is strong enough to break out of this feeble pig shell.
"But on the other hand though..."
Scarl turned his new head towards the sleeping beast on the double sized mattress.
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