"To the north, in mountain ranges, are a series of feral dragon caves. Those beasts have stolen something that is priceless to my employer, and he would pay almost anything to get it back," Ken explained.
"And this thing they stolen," said John, sitting up a little more straight in his chair, his attention fixed the moment he heard the word "dragons", "what is it?"
"O, don't worry about that," said Ken, "You'll know it when you see it. It's infamous to grab anyone's attention no matter what."
"Now," Ken continued, pulling out a piece of parchment and a bag with and ample amount of money in it, "Let's discuss the legal matters about your payment. I'm about to give you a quarter of what we owe you ones you accept this task. The rest will be given ones you complete this mission. By signing this contract, you hear by are bound to my employer's service. If you abandon this task or return without what is required, you and you companions will be declared as outlaws and-"
"Yeah, Yeah, blah blah blah!" John said, irritated, cutting Ken off, "If we don't get the stuff your boss will bust our kneecaps, we get it!"
John snatched the contract, signed it, and thrust it back at Ken.
"Very well then," said the kangaroo, rolling up the parchment, "I'll leave you to it."
He pulled up his hood and left the inn, leaving the bag of money behind. Tabitha was the first to rush over to it, open the bag, and, more out of instinct than suspicion, she nibbled on a gold coin.
Satisfied that it was real, she turned to John and said, "Feral dragons, hey? So, how does it feel to visit your cousins?"
John growled, smoke began to rise out of his nostrils. "There NOT my cousins!" he snapped.
The dragonoid's outburst made the inn go silent, and everyone in the room looked at them.
"What are you all looking at?" John shouted.
Not wanting a fight with such an imposing foe, they all went back to their drinks
"Okay, firstly," he said, his tone softer, though their was no less anger in it, "I may be a dragonoid, but I refuse to have any relations with those monsters. They are all filthy and stupid beasts that eat their own young."
"Hey, that's heavily bias of you," said Cassy, "I'll let you know that not all dragons are like that. I studied them. Sure there's a lot of them that are feral, but there's also others who are very smart, even more smarter than us."
"So what," said John, folding his arms, something he always did in a argument that he was going to lose. It was a form of self-comfort for him. "That doesn't mean anything to me."
"O, but it does," said Cassy, "Many adventurers got themselves killed in the most horrific ways imaginable because they underestimated them, because they thought they were primitive monsters, like you do."
"Well, I... You don't... Ag!"
He looked at Marty to save him out of this argument, but the cheetah only shrugged his shoulders and said, "She's right. We should be very caution on this mission."
His pride bruised, John stood up, knocking his chair over, and walked up, saying bitterly, "I'm going to bed."
They watched as he stomped away, shoving a drunkard out of the way as he went upstairs to guest rooms.
Tabitha sighed and said, "What a ball of emotions."
The others nodded in agreement.
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