I am a dragon! Help me! (TOME 4 of the TIAMAT'S WARS SERIE)

Escape

Alban was on his way to the prison where George was waiting for his orders. He was advancing at a determined pace.

His heart was beating for Marise, and it was not a Demon Lord who would come between them.

No, but!

Meanwhile, I was with Cyril.

The gates of the castle were raised and the drawbridge lowered, letting in a back and forth movement in the surrounding area, thus giving access to the inner city and all its infrastructures.

The city extended outside the castle, of course, and was surrounded by a wall but not the height of the castle.

Cyril showed his hunter's ring and I carried the game while he filled out the forms:

Name, place of birth and time of entry, reason and companions.

Otherwise a silly guild card on a gem was enough to record the data.

The first thing that struck me was the stench. It smelled like sewage and an advanced dryness, did not help to evacuate the defilement.

That's why the inhabitants wore masks and perfumed cloths or cloths filled with flower petals, or simply choked on smoking to mask the smell of rotten eggs and badly scraped sewers.

Flies were a real plague and were bent on laying eggs on exposed heads outside butcher shops.

"It's so that they lay outside and not inside," they justified.

Idiots, there will be more but they say that stupidity is human and now I believe it.

Cyril: "You're coming, it's done... I'm going to introduce you to Perin, the chef of the kitchens.

Other hunters brought game, but our booty was very big and had nothing to envy the others.

"Ah, Cyril... what have you brought me today? Ah, hares, and a deer!!!! And he looked at me:

"Your apprentice looks like a strong man to carry alone, without a horse or cart, a deer like that... MMMM it will be one of the main courses... we have dragon as a guest tonight..."

Cyril : " Dragons???? They are bloody monsters!!!!"

Perin: "I guess not... those who come are ultra powerful, they lead the Harkonnens and are much smarter than you and I combined... They are powerful Mages too... Our prince does everything so that one avoids a war with them... Some rumors say that he is terrified and that he keeps another dragon in his cellar to protect himself..."

Cyril: "Yes, normal a dragon to protect himself from another dragon... well found Altus..."

Me : "Hello Mr. Perin, I'm currently looking for work, at least temporarily, with the wars, we came to take refuge here...".

Mmm you, you're right... you don't have the accent from here... come in..."

Cyril followed Perin into a back kitchen room, where the spices were stored, neatly arranged in beautiful wooden cupboards with blue ceramic lettering on a white background to indicate the contents.

It was very strong for me, almost like sneezing, but it was nice too.

I took a stool and we sat down by the stove. There was no hearth except at the rotisserie, in another room.

Those kitchen smells were driving me crazy. I was dying to eat all those good dishes.

"What's your name, young man?"

"Marcus..."

"And where are you from?"

"From the north, but the war drove us to emigrate and few of us survived the terrible journey."