Blood of Four Dragons by Jones Lisa

Author:Jones, Lisa [Jones, Lisa]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, azw3
Published: 2012-08-30T18:30:00+00:00

The south of Lenau is a beautiful area of old growth preserved forest. There is a lovely coastline along the river of separation allowing for a favorite pastime, fishing. No homes, not even nobles are allowed to construct along the river of separation. There are only minimal lodges, sparsely located which serve more the purpose of cleaning up after the fisherman than they do in serving guests. The loose fish is one such favorite tavern of the local fishermen as it serves alcohol no matter the day or time. The owner is also very well known and is a friend to every local so it seems. Camor is the proprietor of the loose fish and he prides himself on serving fellow Lenau citizens and if they are locals, even better. The Rozim, and occasional Grazlin hikers or fishermen should try someplace else with their demands and expectations. “Expectation is the executioner of possibility,” Camor always liked to say, better to have none and live presently.

“You ugly son of a bitch, pour us two strong ones,” a gruff voice called to Camor as a gray haired dirty looking man strode through the door with an equally gruff and dirty looking man next to him. Both looked and smelled as if they had been at sea for weeks when all they were doing was day fishing. “Everything is strong to a weak livered girl and his dog” replied Camor. They both stared at each other for a moment before all three burst into raucous laughter as Camor proceeded to pour the two drinks. “How’s the fish biting today Ral,” Camor asked looking at the gray haired man who he was jesting with previously. “Well, Bord and I were out all morning with only a few meaningful bites, no keepers though” Ral replied as he finished his drink. “We’re going to head back out after we have a few drinks.” Bord chimed in, maybe it can change our luck he said nudging Ral with his elbow. “Well let me know if it picks up this afternoon, I’m planning on going tomorrow to see if I can’t catch some fresh dinner.” Camor said to them as he refilled their drinks; they smoked and nodded in return.

When he had finished refilling their drinks the door opened and a strange man walked in. Very tall, quite fat, wearing all black and stinking of smoke, not cigar or pipe smoke, but brimstone and fire type smoke. He had a full beard that appeared never shaven and an unkempt mane of wild hair. He wore no cape, hat or crest but fastened about his waist were two large swords attached to a wide leather belt. Upon the belt was an absolutely huge silver buckle bearing an insignia of a dragon that Camor did not recognize. All the regulars from their regular corners let out an unenthusiastic murmur of disapproval as the man came in and made his way to the bar. Camor let out a long sigh, making sure to be heard and glared at the stranger with unwelcome eyes.

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