Good the peace of mind will do me good.

well whatever it is, I hope it doesn't hatch at this moment.

Between ravenous bites

No worry, it is not quite ready yet.

taking another bite and a swallow of wine

Boromir contemplates for a moment rubbing his chin. He remembered stories of those who carried eggs where chosen by actual dragons to become dragonriders. Only few are selected. The color of the egg indicates the kind of dragon that had chosen them, yet he had never heard of a golden dragon. Could it all be just a fable, or is it actually a egg of something else?

He shakes his head at the thought and smiles before pouring another round of drinks.

He puts some keys on the bar table for any to take incase they are tired and wish to spend the night in one of the fine rooms the tavern offers.

Taking one of the keys and heading upstairs for much needed rest.

In the room Dragoness places the egg gently on the bed and curls around it covering both with a blanket for warmth. Feeling the little dragon moving inside and feeling elation that soon her partner in life will be here.

Drifting off to sleep.

She takes a key from the counter. Turning toward Boromir, she says, "I will continue my journey at first light, sir. Thank you for your generous hospitality."

Sleep well as you are safe here now

First light and the Minotaur walks out. Slinging his axe across his back he goes looking for a place to practice the arts of war that he was ingrained with since he was able to walk.

The pixie filters down the stairs in the pale morning light. She silently bids fair thee well to the empty room as she slips out the door.

In the distance a Great Roar is heard, and screams fill the air around the roar. Sounds of battle ensue as a gang of rouge Orcs attack the Minotaur.

Draven enters the inn covered in orc blood and bits of the damned creatures still attached to his axe

Looking for something to clean his blade with The Battle Hardened Minotaur searches the inn for a cloth and something to re sharpen his axe with.

Waking up from his nap Draven looks around,, and upon seeing no one stirring in the inn he looks about himself and remebers the battle from this morning. All the orcs had to do was to walk away from him, But they wanted to test him.

Boromir comes down the stairs to fix up the tavern. He sees Draven wiping his blade. He must have been out slaughtering orcs again.

It won't be long until he brings a dragon's head as a trophy to hang on the wall.

He goes to the basement to get a barrel of Goblin's Brew as the one on the stake is almost empty.

It looks as if it just started raining outside and is a bit chilly. Will have to start a fire soon.

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A man comes in silenty and takes a seat at the end of the tavern where it is dark. He observes the Minotaur before smiling.

Psssst. Psssst. He hopes to get the warriors attention to join him to a mug of ale and idle chat. He has something important to tell him.

After the ordeal of the day before, the sleep that overtook the Minotaur has taken him fully. Seems nothing was going to wake him up. He cracks one eye and sees the newcomer sitting at the bar. Wondering what he could want with him,, the warrior contemplates ignoring him, but he could have something good to tell him.

The newcomer takes out a amulet out of his pocket. It has a faint green glow to it.

"Would you be interested in buying this?" asks the mysterious man.

Opening his eyes Draven looks at the bauble,, why would i need something that looks to be no use to me in a battle?

Ahhh but even a Minotaur can bleed is it no true?

This ring has powers to keep you....let us say..... rejuvenated...

and then he whispers... invincible.

I have heard of no such power. And you realize the price of deceit that you would pay if you were trying to trick me do you not? Touching his axe and staring at the stranger The Minotaur trys to decide if he is a friend or foe.