Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20190224002438/@comment-5543592-20190225134633

Lurio didn't manage to answer, for Yaden walked up by Adalmor, caught him by the shoulder, and spun him around.

"Listen here, monk." Yaden began calmly, "Listen to me.  I could spend a long time explaining I think of your talk and prohibitions, but I don't want to.  So here's my answer."

Yaden placed one finger on his nose and from a short distance ejected the contents onto the toes of Adalmor's boots.

Adalmor's jaw tightened, but he did not move. He saw--as everyone did--the long spear in Gnuka's hands, the enormous crossbow which Nogugh carried. The time needed for the Greybeard to say a word was incomparably longer than the time Yaden needed to smash his head to pieces.

"Very good." Yaden grinned toothily. "Now I'll just sticking something in your mouth becaus if I hear it open again I'm going to give you something to remember me by." He turned away, rubbing his hands. "Alright, boys, let's get to work, that dragon won't be here forever."

"It doesn't seem to be going anywhere." Svieva noted.

Up on the hill, the golden dragon yawned. It pumped its wings once, and slapped the ground with is tail.

"King Ratib!" It boomed. "And all zoor before me.  I am the dovah Kultiidrah!  The landslide I sent down upon your heads did not stop you.  Krosis.  You have come far. There are two ways off those coast, back the way you came, and by sea.  The road east is closed to you, because I forbid it.  Mindoraan?  If one of you wishes to challenge me, I am here.  I will fight honorably, without the use of my Thu'um.  I expect similar restraint from you."