Dragons of Lesaria | Log 3

[19:13]	SeianVerian	Artyom slowly fades into consciousness, feeling as if a great weight is upon him. He feels sick. Hangover. But that's not what the weight is. He groans, as he gathers himself enough to open his eyes, and then he sees... A dragon. A black, scaled, horned creature simply resting upon him. The dragon has been waiting for a while now, in the desert night, for him to wake up. A cold breeze blows...
[19:13]	SeianVerian	...across them both.
[19:15]	Artyom	"...what."
[19:16]	Gordon	The dragon almost double-takes as the humanoid moves, and a toothy grin spreads across its not-yet-skeletal face. It shifts its weight, blinks, and then moves its feet so it isn't actually standing on his chest.
[19:16]	Gordon	"Oh, it's you! You're important."
[19:17]	Gordon	"Good thing you found me."
[19:18]	Artyom	looks in the empty bottle for traces of absinthe. ”Okay. So if I'm not having a bad trip...” blink. He reaches out and touches the dragonling on the snout. It's real. ”Hoo boy.”
[19:19]	Gordon	"Yup! Save my egg, they can be kinda valuable. Don't ask how I know that, or how I can talk already-I don't know either."
[19:21]	Artyom	"Well I guess I can scratch that omelette off the list."
[19:21]	Artyom	"Unless you also make eggs."
[19:22]	Gordon	The dragon pouts. "I lack the requisite apparatus. Also, I'd have been balut."
[19:23]	Artyom	sits up. Stands up. He grabs the little dragon under his arms and picks him up. Well, you seem funnier than you taste. I think. This policy of stealing everything that isn't nailed down is serving me well, so far. Got a name?
[19:24]	Gordon	"Nope!"
[19:24]	Gordon	"I know a bunch, but I don't like any of them particularly. You could choose something, but if you name me something silly I'll bite your nose."
[19:24]	Gordon	He nips playfully.
[19:24]	Gordon	"Try. Emphasis on try."
[19:26]	Artyom	turns the dragonling upside down. ”And here I was going to name you Googlesplootch.” Right side up again. Wux re vi bvecko ir.
[19:27]	Gordon	"That won't fly, of course." Nip.
[19:27]	Artyom	"...bvecko. Vecko. That's it!"
[19:27]	Artyom	headbonks the little dragon and tosses him up in the air. ”Imma call you Vecko.”
[19:28]	Gordon	"Strange? D'you have a fallback position?"
[19:28]	Gordon	"Also it makes me sound like something very good at climbing and licking its own eyeballs."
[19:29]	Artyom	"...well, can you?"
[19:30]	Gordon	"Possibly? I haven't tried."
[19:30]	Gordon	He pokes out a tongue and tries.
[19:30]	Gordon	It hardly reaches at all.
[19:32]	Artyom	"Virlym Larchii."
[19:32]	Artyom	"You non-eyeball-licking weirdo."
[19:33]	Gordon	"But I don't have a hoard yet. Though I suppose you're a thief."
[19:33]	Gordon	"Also until I get a hoard I'm going to sleep on you. Just my head if you insist."
[19:33]	Artyom	" 'Caveat emptor' doesn't translate well."
[19:34]	Gordon	"Well, yes, but you didn't buy me either."
[19:35]	Gordon	"Buyer, merchant, trader...huh. Curious."
[19:35]	Artyom	"Like I said, doesn't translate well." He perches the dragon on his shoulders. "This is better than other hangovers I've stumbled into."
[19:35]	Artyom	looks down at the vehicle under his feet. ”I don't remember buying this, either.”
[19:37]	Gordon	"Could be worse. My name could be Tzarafar. Wouldn't like that either. Though..."
[19:38]	Gordon	"Caexgixic Nerothi is kinda silly too."
[19:39]	Gordon	"Oh, wait. I know the Draconic translation for...um. It's kinda vague."
[19:39]	Gordon	"Aurix-sehlek-xiekiv? It means several things."
[19:40]	Artyom	"May as well call you Adolf, right?"
[19:41]	Gordon	"Aurix-sehlekar is closer, but that can mean several things and some of them aren't nice. After all, you don't want to let go of gold..."
[19:41]	Gordon	The dragonet snorts. "I'm pretty sure that's unflattering somehow."
[19:41]	Artyom	just smiles knowingly.
[19:42]	Gordon	"Okay now I'm sure it's unflattering.
[19:45]	Artyom	"Tzarreth." Smirk.
[19:46]	Gordon	"I told you I know that one." He nips again.
[19:51]	Gordon	"I'm black, so Djoda maybe? Though...oh bugger, it's so annoying trying to choose a name." He huffs, and there]
[19:51]	Gordon	is a faint chemical scent to it.
[19:51]	Artyom	draws the sail and starts cranking the lift balloon full. ”Well think of something, Thric Ominak. We'll have to name you eventually...” Time to hit the city!
[19:53]	Gordon	The dragonet takes the other end of the crank in his teeth and helps.
[19:53]	Gordon	"Ooh, Black Hawk...wait, no, that's Vuthaiblink. Feh."
[19:54]	Gordon	"For such an ancient and noble language, Draconic can sound really silly."
[19:59]	Artyom	"Well, you're half-right."
[20:00]	Gordon	"The ancient part or the noble part?"
[20:00]	Artyom	"The silly part."
[20:01]	Gordon	"I thought that was a given."
[20:03]	Artyom	"Noble ain't." Chuckle.
[20:06]	Gordon	"I assumed as much, from a language that has words for every part of war but no conception of willingly transferring wealth."
[20:13]	Artyom	"You should try giantish."
[20:14]	Artyom	pulls the rudder and trims the sail. Not too fast, but enough to get a view of where he might head next- specifically a perch near the guildhouse that posted his last job.
[20:14]	SeianVerian	It's not long before the two reach the city's vast expanse. Built over an immense and ancient crater, the city is grand, even more so the further toward the center you go, which is also where the richer areas are. Naturally, the airdock, which they soon approach, is in such area
[20:16]	Artyom	eases the tiny thing up to the airdock, and lashes it down. Legal parking is nice. He hops off and locks the hatch, heading into the city. The job that sent him into the desert. He was hired for it, they were paying, and he has recently depleted his funds. Time to go cash-hunting.
[20:16]	Artyom	seeks out the guild that hired him and the fighters.
[20:17]	Gordon	follows.
[20:19]	=-=	Gordon is now known as Nocu
[20:19]	Nocu	"I'm gonna go with "Nocu," I think. It means conqueror."
[20:20]	Artyom	politely stifles a snicker.
[20:21]	SeianVerian	Artyom and Nocu get a number of stares as they walk through the city. Dragons are not frequently seen in the Circle City, unless you count their carved up body parts. Eventually though, they reach the guild. The guard at the door looks at the dragon, then at Artyom. "Got a pet, eh?"
[20:22]	Nocu	"Sort of!"
[20:22]	Artyom	just laughs softly behind his mask.
[20:23]	Artyom	hands Nocu to the guard. ”You two have a nice chat, I'm going to collect a paycheck.”
[20:25]	SeianVerian	The guard raises an eyebrow at Artyom. "What'll I have to say to a lizard? I'm not one of those fucking Thessilarians. Pfeh. Fine then."
[20:26]	Nocu	"I dunno, whatever you want to."
[20:26]	Nocu	"What are things like around here?"
[20:26]	Artyom	quietly shakes with repressed laughter, pausing at the door.
[20:28]	Artyom	whistles for Nocu to follow and hunts down whoever it is that owes him money.
[20:28]	SeianVerian	The guard simply scowls at the dragon.
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[20:31]	Nocu	follows Artyom.
[20:34]	SeianVerian	There is a bored looking elven receptionist at the front desk. Elves are fairly uncommon in the Circle City, mainly because their two largest civilizations are rather hostile to outsiders. Still, she doesn't look like she's about to shoot your eye out or turn your skeleton into her servant. She does eye the dragon, before looking at Artyom. "Can I help you?"
[20:35]	Artyom	"There was a posting for a raid on the Destined Army, out in the desert. We made the hit and I'm here to collect the pay."
[20:37]	SeianVerian	"Oh, really? As I recall, Godfred oversaw that raid... Did he not survive the combat?"
[20:38]	Artyom	"Combat, yes. Sandstorm, no."
[20:39]	SeianVerian	"Ah, yes, that's right, I've heard there's been a strange storm up there the past few days. Hm. Well, without any witnesses, do you have any proof of completion of the job?"
[20:41]	Artyom	"...the lack of an invading force? A recently stitched wound?" He holds up Nocu. "...this?"
[20:41]	Nocu	waves.
[20:44]	SeianVerian	She eyes the dragon. "Well, that's certainly interesting, though I don't see how it pertains to the Red Eyes. Oh wait... Yes, I do recall that there was a black wyrm up in that area. In fact, there's a bounty for it on the board... If you managed to kill that dragon, I could direct you to the client."
[20:45]	Artyom	stares at Nocu for a minute. ...hell, why not. Money!
[20:46]	Nocu	blinks.
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[20:49]	SeianVerian	"Very well. He lives on the edge of the outer-east district. Let me write you some directions..." She scribbles a note on a piece of paper, in Common. "Seems weird that he'd live in a place like that given the sum he's offering for the dragon. Maybe he just travels a lot and wants a cheap place."
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[20:53]	Artyom	sighs heavily. ”This guy better pay up.” He takes the slip of paper, tucks Nocu under his arm, and makes the trip. Walk to the dock, undock, float over, park wherever there's space for a carriage and stow the balloon. Grumbling all the way.
[20:57]	SeianVerian	In truth, "Outer district" was a nice way of saying "slum". The two couldn't fail to notice that basically everything in this area was in disrepair. Regardless, it wasn't hard to find the two-story wooden house which the directions had led to.
[21:02]	Artyom	grumbles something very rude and parks the machine, latching everything down that isn't bolted down, hatch, gas bladder, even the struts. He leaves a little etching in the driver's seat- ”I will punch you in every genital you own.” He dismounts and seeks out the slum-dwelling dracocidal client.
[21:05]	SeianVerian	After Artyom knocks on the door, he finds himself waiting. A long time. In fact, just as he turns away, he hears the door open, and then a familiar voice. "Can I help you?" ...Lamdi.
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[21:13]	Boots	grabs him by the collar. Remember me?
[21:14]	SeianVerian	Lamdi's dark grey eyes stare at the holes in Artyom's mask. "Yes, I do. Clearly you remember me."
[21:16]	Boots	"What the hell, man? You cost me a paycheck!"
[21:16]	=-=	Boots is now known as Artyom
[21:17]	Nocu	blinks.
[21:18]	SeianVerian	"Oh? Did none of the others survive. Shame." He doesn't seem upset at all.
[21:18]	Nocu	"Is this the part where you kill him?"
[21:18]	Artyom	"He can't pay me if he's dead."
[21:19]	Nocu	"Depends on where he keeps his money and how."
[21:19]	SeianVerian	"Let me to the ground, before we negotiate anything."
[21:20]	Artyom	frowns, but puts him down. ”Let's hear it.”
[21:21]	SeianVerian	"First I need to hear why I should be paying you. I didn't even witness you do combat."
[21:23]	Artyom	"Three reasons: I am large, heavily armed, and very annoyed."
[21:25]	Nocu	"Also I can back up that he did the thing."
[21:26]	SeianVerian	At this, Lamdi laughs. "You, threatening me? Try it. However... I do have a proposition for you. I will pay you the full amount of the bounty that I gave for the black wyrm, if you slay that wyrmling. Simple, no?"
[21:26]	Nocu	"Negotiations over."
[21:26]	Artyom	nudges the wyrmling, with a twinkle in his eye.
[21:28]	Nocu	The dragonet's throat bulges, and a stream of effervescent acid gushes from his maw, burning through the door.
[21:28]	Artyom	ducks out of the way. Or that!
[21:30]	Artyom	pulls his knife, shouting some bizarre incantation in another language: Jaka wux lehhav loex! And he thrusts the blade down!
[21:30]	Nocu	looks at the blade-and his eyes roll up in his head as he falls over.
[21:31]	Artyom	scoops up the body, stashes it in his vehicle, and turns to Lamdi. ”Fuck you, pay me.”
[21:40]	SeianVerian	Lamdi snarls and leaps back as the breath sprays toward him. He glares at Artyom, anger poking through his cool demeanor. "You-! Only if I get to examine the body and confirm the kill."
[21:42]	Artyom	"And damage my merchandise? No thank you."
[21:43]	Artyom	"Dragon bits are more than worth turning down that bounty, there's no way I don't walk away from this skeevey rich. So pay me, or don't. You don't like it, too bad."
[21:45]	SeianVerian	"If it's already dead, then there will be no damage. If not, then you can finish it with whatever blow you wish."
[21:46]	Artyom	"..."
[21:46]	Artyom	"He's not going for it!"
[21:47]	Nocu	"Right."
[21:47]	Artyom	whips out a vial of alchemist's fire and throws it at Lamdi's feet. ”Cheese it!”
[21:47]	Nocu	"But-oh, dammit fine"
[21:47]	Nocu	books.
[21:49]	Artyom	lets Lamdi deal with fire while he and Nocu furiously crank the aircarriage up above the roof.
[21:51]	Nocu	"Did you have a backup plan?"
[21:54]	Artyom	"You say that like I had a plan in the first place!"
[21:54]	Nocu	"Right. We'll need to fix that."
[21:58]	Artyom	sets the sail and pokes over the edge, bow pulled taut. And Lamdi fury following?
[21:58]	SeianVerian	The two leave the snarling, cursing Lamdi behind. They don't recognize the language he's cursing in, but it doesn't sound pleasant. Now, where are they headed? There's a wide world to be explored.
[22:00]	Nocu	"I wanna see a library."
[22:01]	SeianVerian	The largest library in Karinis is in Thessilar! Of course, it's rare for anyone that doesn't belong to its nobility to be allowed inside, except on truly important business
[22:02]	SeianVerian	Of course, there are still lesser libraries in its connected city-states
[22:02]	Artyom	swings around to the other end of the city, straight to the port of trade. ”North it is! I bet there's a convoy or something leaving for the region... let's find a cushy gig.”
[22:03]	Nocu	"Sounds good to me!"\
[22:09]	SeianVerian	As Thessilar is to the south, the logical location for a caravan to gather is at the southern edge of town. The two are able to find a group that's heading that way. Just need to talk to lead merchant
[22:10]	Artyom	flies low, hands the sail-rein to Nocu, and leaps from the aircarriage. Iiiiiiiiiiiiiii-WHUMP-needtotalktoyou.
[22:12]	SeianVerian	Several people turn to stare at Artyom as he lands. A dark skinned man in a blue hat, with a blond beard, answers Artyom. "Can I help you? You lookin' for work or something?"
[22:13]	Artyom	pops up. ”Yes! And I am very good at what I do.”
[22:17]	SeianVerian	"Really? And would that happen to be flying an air carriage from a distance?"
[22:20]	Artyom	rolls his eyes. ”Watch.” He takes a single currency chit, and pinches it between his fingers. Then he flicks into the air... FWANG! In a flash, his sword has gone from in its scabbard to fully extended, and two pieces of ceramic chit fall to the ground. He flourishes and sheathes his sword. ”How much for a security contract?”
[22:22]	SeianVerian	The man raises an eyebrow. "I suppose that'll do. 200 gold, take it or leave it." Might not be much compared to a dragon's hoard, or even a dragon egg's bed, but most people would still kill for that much.
[22:24]	Artyom	"Deal. I'll anchor to the convoy so we don't get separated." He looks up towards Nocu and the craft. "We're in, little buddy! Throw me some rope!"
[22:24]	Nocu	trots over to a quoit and throws it over, holding one end in his teeth.
[22:24]	Nocu	"Ty thf nd t smfn?"
[22:26]	Artyom	pulls out the slack until he can guide the craft from the ground. He finds someone in the convoy willing to tether on, and some sort of telescope that doesn't cost more than his vehicle. The journey begins!
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[22:58]	Artyom	maneuvers close to the front of the convoy, keeping a lookout.
[23:01]	SeianVerian	About 3 days in, the trip has been uneventful so far. Everyone seems to be curious about the dragon, but no one's really approached Artyom to ask about him. Things mainly seem rather dull
[23:05]	Nocu	perches atop the highest point on the aircarriage, snoozing in the sun.
[23:06]	Artyom	yawns and sighs, staring out across the desert, longbow in hand. He was paid to keep it safe, and lounging while armed is not a bad way to go about it.
[23:09]	Nocu	stretches, spreads his wings...and carefully pads down from the top of the balloon, gingerly sliding down a rope.
[23:09]	Nocu	He lands gracefully on the deck and, in the shade of the envelope, relaxes.
[23:10]	Nocu	"Mm. Sun's nice. Shade's better. Wish I had some water to lounge in."
[23:12]	Artyom	"Every minute I sit here, I get weaker... and every minute Charlie spends squatting in the bush, he gets stronger..." he notes idly.
[23:12]	Nocu	"Well, what's he doing in the bush that makes him stronger?"
[23:12]	SeianVerian	The two of you notice something in the distance. A speck, far away, rising from the ground. It starts coming closer
[23:14]	Artyom	stands and raises his bow, leaning the trim forward a hair, forty feet over the convoy. ”I think we got somethin'!”
[23:14]	Artyom	</stricken> :u
[23:41]	Nocu	"...Artyom?"
[23:41]	Artyom	blinks. Wha?
[23:42]	Nocu	"What's Charlie doing in the bush that makes him stronger?"
[23:43]	Artyom	"I said that out loud?"
[23:44]	Nocu	"Yup."
[23:44]	Artyom	"Uh... you can ignore that."
[23:45]	Nocu	"Dunno, seems like something that bothers you."
[23:45]	Nocu	"But if you want."
[23:46]	Artyom	"You like bagels? I'd kill for a bagel right about now."
[23:46]	Nocu	"Never had one."
[23:46]	Nocu	"Four days old, remember?"
[23:46]	Artyom	Right. Bakery, that's on the list.
[23:47]	Nocu	"...come to think of it I could really go for something to eat."
[23:47]	Nocu	"Something with a shell, or a fish. Maybe some pickled meat."
[23:47]	Artyom	produces from jerky. ”Pretty much all I got, squirt. Want some?”
[23:48]	Nocu	It is snatched from his hand.
[23:48]	Artyom	blinks.
[23:48]	Nocu	chews it with a satisfied expression that segues into confusion, then annoyance.
[23:48]	Nocu	"...kinda bland."
[23:49]	Artyom	huffs. ”Pardon me if I skimped on the snacks, I did spend all my money on this thing.” He drinks from a waterskin that smells slightly funny.
[23:50]	Nocu	pads over and sniffs at the waterskin.
[23:50]	Artyom	takes a swig. It's whiskey.
[23:50]	Nocu	pulls back, shakes his head, and sneezes.
[23:53]	Artyom	chuckles. ”Essential supplies, I did not.”
[23:53]	Nocu	"So. What's a bagel?"
[23:54]	Artyom	"...chewy bread. It tastes good."
[23:55]	Artyom	scans the horizon.
[23:55]	Nocu	"Did we have bread?"
[23:55]	Nocu	"The last couple days are kinda a blur."
[23:57]	Artyom	"...I have no clue." Glug.
[23:57]	Artyom	sits up sharpy, turning toward the horizon. ”Did you...?”
[23:57]	Nocu	"Hm?"
[00:04]	SeianVerian	The speck on the horizon grows larger, and larger, and the two of you can see that it's some sort of flying beast. It has... Four wings? They look oddly asymmetrical. ...No, that's not it. It has three heads! Each one looks a little different.
[00:04]	Nocu	"What-"
[00:05]	Artyom	nocks an arrow. ”We've got something, eyes up, ears up!”
[00:08]	Nocu	scrambles to the bow of the air carriage.
[00:10]	Nocu	His throat balloons as the chemicals that comprise his breath weapon gush into readiness.
[00:10]	Artyom	sees it come into range and looses as many arrows as he can manage!
[00:16]	Nocu	Acid gushes from the dragon's throat and splashes across the creature.
[00:17]	SeianVerian	The chimera is struck by the breath, and one of Artyom's arrows! Its three heads roar in pain- And as it comes close to the front of the caravan, it breathes at the two carriages at the front, before it swerves over to land on the ground!
[00:19]	Nocu	"Is this the part where we get down and start hitting it?"
[00:19]	Artyom	"Yup."
[00:19]	Nocu	"Or do we stay up here where we're nicely out of range?"
[00:19]	Artyom	draws his sword. ”You might want to stay.”
[00:21]	Nocu	"Won't argue with that."
[00:22]	=-=	SeianVerian has changed the topic to “Guards, Artyom, Chimera, Nocu”
[00:25]	SeianVerian	The other caravan guards rush out to attack the chimera! Unfortunately, they're not very good at it, and what blows do even touch its hide glance off.
[00:27]	Artyom	backs up to the rear of the aircarriage, and takes a breath. ”Hoooo shit...” He sprints fowards the bow and leaps off!
[00:33]	SeianVerian	The chimera lets out a roar of pain and rage as Artyom's blade sinks into its back- But it's not dead yet!
[00:33]	Artyom	"aaaaaAAAAAAA-" shunk! He nails the beast, coming down on it like an angry, screaming hailstone, and he sinks in the blade, holding on for dear life!
[00:53]	Nocu	looks over the edge, and curses as he realizes he won't be able to hit the chimera without also hitting his allies. The dragonet hops off and spreads his wings, attempting a flap only to tumble awkwardly to the ground, landing sharply on all fours. Scrambling to get behind the chimera, he looses his breath again.
[00:55]	SeianVerian	One of the side heads notices Nocu breathing, and it tries to leap out of the way. It manages to avoid taking the brunt of the spray, but it's still obviously displeased
[01:00]	SeianVerian	The guards continue to uselessly flail their blades at the chimera
[01:02]	Artyom	makes another might strike!
[01:06]	SeianVerian	The chimera roars out in pain, and, failing to shake Artyom off it's back, tears one of the useless fighters apart! It's hurt very, very badly
[01:30]	Nocu	draws acid, and breathes-it splatters across the chimera's back and wings.
[01:33]	SeianVerian	The Chimera roars out in pain, its flesh dissolving away from it, leaving nothing but a cut up front half, and a skeletal back half behind
[01:35]	Artyom	rides the collapsing fore-end like a wave, hopping off its nose as the creature's center head crashes to the dusty ground.
[01:36]	Artyom	"WWHOOOOOO'S NEXT?!" he roars.
[01:36]	Nocu	looks around.
[01:36]	Nocu	"...Nobody. Nobody is next."
[01:36]	Nocu	"Next is us trying to take this thing apart before my acid destroys it entirely, especially the dragon bits, given they're worth money."
[01:37]	Artyom	spents a few seconds panting, th smile fading from his. ”Oh... yeah... alright.” He sheathes his sword with a little less enthusiasm.
[01:38]	Nocu	"Sorry to...rain on your parade?"
[01:38]	Nocu	"...what's a parade?
[01:39]	SeianVerian	The two remaining fighters stare at Artyom and Nocu.
[01:40]	Artyom	"...he's with me."
[01:40]	Nocu	"Yup!"
[01:42]	SeianVerian	One speaks. "Y-yeah. And if we didn't have you two we'd probably be dead. How'd you end up with a dragon anyway?"
[01:43]	Nocu	looks at Artyom.
[01:43]	Artyom	"I'm not sure. I may have been on a bender at the time."
[01:43]	Artyom	"I do know it involved stealing an egg."
[01:44]	Nocu	"Sounds about right."
[01:44]	SeianVerian	"You... Stole a dragon's egg while you were on a bender?" The man stares incredulously. "Holy shit..."
[01:47]	Artyom	cheekily muffles some laughter, glad that his race is concealed. That would get awkward fast. ”I'll have you know I'm a functioning alcoholic. Now who wants to see what chimera tastes like?”
[01:50]	Nocu	"It's three different meats, two of which are apex predators and one of which is a herding staple!"
[01:50]	Nocu	"It's GOTTA be good!"
[01:51]	SeianVerian	"Eat that?" The one man boggles, as the other one elbows him in the ribs. "Oh, uh, sure!"
[01:52]	Nocu	"How good is the caravan chef?"
[01:52]	Nocu	"Also, if you have a butcher go get him quick."
[01:52]	Nocu	"Artyom? Cut off everything my acid hit."
[01:54]	Artyom	pats the little drake on the head, before sauntering around to the melty side of the beast. If someone could invent a chainsaw, they would say it sounds like Artyom on the far side of a dead thing.
[01:55]	Nocu	looks pointedly at the other caravan guards.
[01:59]	SeianVerian	"Um..." The one guard tries to speak. "Well, the chef's decent. Dunno what he'd make of this"
[02:02]	Artyom	comes around the side, wearing an acid-bleached pelvis on his shoulders, and a vertebra as a crown. ”Lookit me! I'm King Boner!”
[02:03]	Nocu	"I...suppose you are?"
[02:04]	Artyom	strikes a purposefully ridiculous pose.
[02:06]	SeianVerian	Both of the guards turn and walk away
[02:06]	Nocu	"Get the damn cook! And the caravan master! This is some valuable flesh right here!"
[02:07]	Artyom	"No sense of humor!"
[02:07]	SeianVerian	They come back with both of those indivduals! The caravan master is the dark skinned man that Artyom talked to previously. The chef is a pale, flighty many who obsesses over what he's going to do with the meat
[02:08]	Artyom	is proven wrong, and tosses that piece of backbone to the caravan master.
[02:08]	Nocu	"Do you have salt? Maybe a cargo of salt? Because you're going to need salt, and a lot of it."
[02:08]	Nocu	"And a leatherworker."
[02:10]	SeianVerian	The caravan master looks at the little dragon. "Yes, we have some salt... I think we should have enough. I think there's one man that can worth with leather some as well."
[02:13]	Artyom	goes back to drinking.
[02:16]	Nocu	"Excellent. You've just increased your take from this trip."
[02:16]	Nocu	"Artyom! You saw where it was coming from. Let's go find its lair."
[02:16]	Artyom	"But... whiskey. And barbecue."
[02:18]	SeianVerian	"If you saw where it came from, we can stop by it and anything you find can be distributed amongst the caravan. I'm also increasing your pay to 400 each for taking care of that chimera."
[02:19]	Nocu	"See? There you go."
[02:20]	Artyom	"...okay yeah, lair!"
[02:20]	Nocu	"Plus, we have three, four days before all of it needs to be salted."
[02:20]	Nocu	"So we'll have barbecues the next couple days, and stew made with fresh meat instead of jerky."
[02:20]	Artyom	thrusts his sword in the direction of the chimera's origin, and leads the way. ”And now, for more monetary goodness!”