The rider lands at a nearby hold and hands you the package to be delivered. "No reason for
me to dismount if you're going. Thanks." Without waiting to see if you're actually willing
to deliver the package, he asks his mount to take off. Within a few wingbeats the dragon
is airborn then vanishes between. Once again you realize that you have arrived at the hold
just after nightfall. As you near the hold you hear the familiar sound of a metal chain
grating along the ground. It must be another whatch-wher like the one you met
before. Soon the strange creature can be seen in the moonlight
though it cringes even from that.
The noise rouses a guard sleeping nearby, "Eh? Who's there?" he says as he tries to
clear his head. "Oh," he says as he sees you, "You came by dragon? Then you're probably
expected inside. My name is Thefil but please don't tell anyone that I was sleeping on the
job. Thanks!" He grasps your hand in an enthusiastic greeting which nearly dislocates
your arm. After disengaging your hand from his iron grip you head up to the hold wondering
if you will ever be able to straighten your fingers again.
August 27, 1998
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