The Pirate sat upon the couch across from the fireplace, hand on his chin and his reptilian eye glowing in the dim fire light.
His thoughts were scattered, jumbled. Between his current house guest, unexpected guests, and the happenings of friends within the city. Particularly Hun`ep.
Arkon shifted his weight, turning to face the minute dragon that snored lazily upon the mangle of the fireplace, its small green head tucked beneath the sash he placed there for display. Soft purrs escaped as the Skree snored.
"Parrot; wake ye arse up. Ah need ye to do me a favor." The Skree didn't move, it didn't even acknowledge the man speaking to it.
"Damn scale ball." Arkon reached to his belt and took hold of one of the flasks he kept pocketed. With a mischievous grin he gave the bottle a toss. Shatter! The liquor and glass clashed with the fireplace sending the pit into a five foot flame and scorching the marble of the fireplace.
Parrot gave a shriek, leaping into the air and swooping down to the couch with a meaningful glare at Arkon. "You know, sir, you could have just shook me awake, right?"
"You seem shaken up to me." Arkon sneered, looking to the door leading to the steps hoping the noise didn't startle the house guest upstairs. "Parrot I have a job for ye."
The Skree shook its body letting bits of black smoked bits fall to the couch around him and gave a puff of a mutter before hoping to the floor. "Alright, Arkon, what is it you want done? Do I get to eat the Duchess now? Maybe that snooping cat that keeps coming around?"
"No, neither. Ah need ye to fly to the bath house, perch on the roof and make sure Hun`ep is kept safe. Keep ye eyes about for any uninvited visitors will you."
The Skree couldn't help but tip its head to the Pirate, lazily making its way to the open window. "You have enough women to look after, you could start your own damn harem."
"Parrot!"
"Yeah yeah, I'm going, I'm going." The Skree stretched its wings and wiggled its minute butt preparing to take flight.
"And Parrot, don't forget to report back to me if something happens. I'll stop by the Bathhouse frequently to check up on you both." Arkon stood making his way to the door that lead to the stairwell.
Whispering under its breath as he leaped out the window and soared south towards the Bathhouse. "Damn Pirate is going to start getting himself into trouble meddling with land folk."
His thoughts were scattered, jumbled. Between his current house guest, unexpected guests, and the happenings of friends within the city. Particularly Hun`ep.
Arkon shifted his weight, turning to face the minute dragon that snored lazily upon the mangle of the fireplace, its small green head tucked beneath the sash he placed there for display. Soft purrs escaped as the Skree snored.
"Parrot; wake ye arse up. Ah need ye to do me a favor." The Skree didn't move, it didn't even acknowledge the man speaking to it.
"Damn scale ball." Arkon reached to his belt and took hold of one of the flasks he kept pocketed. With a mischievous grin he gave the bottle a toss. Shatter! The liquor and glass clashed with the fireplace sending the pit into a five foot flame and scorching the marble of the fireplace.
Parrot gave a shriek, leaping into the air and swooping down to the couch with a meaningful glare at Arkon. "You know, sir, you could have just shook me awake, right?"
"You seem shaken up to me." Arkon sneered, looking to the door leading to the steps hoping the noise didn't startle the house guest upstairs. "Parrot I have a job for ye."
The Skree shook its body letting bits of black smoked bits fall to the couch around him and gave a puff of a mutter before hoping to the floor. "Alright, Arkon, what is it you want done? Do I get to eat the Duchess now? Maybe that snooping cat that keeps coming around?"
"No, neither. Ah need ye to fly to the bath house, perch on the roof and make sure Hun`ep is kept safe. Keep ye eyes about for any uninvited visitors will you."
The Skree couldn't help but tip its head to the Pirate, lazily making its way to the open window. "You have enough women to look after, you could start your own damn harem."
"Parrot!"
"Yeah yeah, I'm going, I'm going." The Skree stretched its wings and wiggled its minute butt preparing to take flight.
"And Parrot, don't forget to report back to me if something happens. I'll stop by the Bathhouse frequently to check up on you both." Arkon stood making his way to the door that lead to the stairwell.
Whispering under its breath as he leaped out the window and soared south towards the Bathhouse. "Damn Pirate is going to start getting himself into trouble meddling with land folk."