Our morning started with a horn call at dawn. Draulters hunt at sunrise, I learned.
"Ten more minutes..." Jethro muttered.
"No, we will see the hunt!" I exclaimed.
"Fine, lead the way, Arthur," he grumbled.
As we walked out of the pigskin-covered tent, we saw a great multitude of Draulters of all shapes and sizes. Some were six feet tall, on the shorter side, and eleven feet on the tall side.
"Don't tell me you lost your weapon, Zaxl," Murloc jested.
"No, I didn't but just in case, is there a blacksmith anywhere?"
"To the west, you'll find a shack with dragons engraved on it, that is your best option," Murloc pointed to the west.
"Excellent, I feel like getting a bow.
"Don't you know magic?" Murloc asked.
"Not enough to take on some of these beasts," he explained.
"Just what do you think we're hunting? Dragons?! Murloc guffawed.
"We have actually slain dragons!" Jethro boasted.
"Most fascinating!" All right, Zaxl, do you see the shack?"
"I most certainly do, I should go there, I assume?"
"Correct!"
Zaxl ran like the wind and whizzed by us.
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The Amethyst Flame
FantasyThe village of Colmer is devastated by a plague. Its only hope is two brothers divided by their beliefs in magic. When Jethro ventures into the depths of the forest to find a wizard who can heal the village, Arthur is forced to find his brother befo...
