Chapter 19 - 18: Taking the Fall
"Oh, a living dragon. You should know, this is no easy task," the old chieftain promptly raised his price.
"Add ten more Alchemy Potions of Rage. You’ll need them for this job."
"Deal," the High Elf replied with an indifferent smile.
"We need its recent locations and specific features."
Having struck this rare, large deal, the old chieftain was happy but dared not be careless. Dragons possess a much stronger and clearer sense of territory than wild beasts. Once the range was determined, it essentially decided which dragon’s territory his men would be battling in and what type of dragon they would face.
Seeing the deal sealed, the High Elf officer didn’t wish to waste any more words and gestured to his deputy with a lift of his chin.
The deputy immediately stepped forward, understanding. But before she could provide the detailed intel, a Barbarian Warrior rushed forward to report, "Jarl, according to the northern herdsmen, they might have found traces of a dragon. The beast has been ravaging the pastures in the Katjana Valley and has stolen countless yaks. They hope you can send men to drive it off soon."
Old Chieftain Rosinde shrugged at the somewhat astonished High Elves and said, "What a coincidence, the dragon is here."
"Is it coming from that direction, honorable guests?"
The deputy exchanged a silent glance with her officer. He shook his head, indicating it didn’t matter, so the deputy nodded and said, "Yes."
In this terrible snowstorm, dragons willing to be active were scarce. Dragons moving in the same direction and within the same range were even less likely. Unless they were two dragons fighting over territorial boundaries or were irresistibly drawn together by the heat of mating season.