Originally posted by AThousandYoung
The little salamander stands up like the Geico gecko and replies,
”Of course you summoned me. You rubbed wood in your ritual and I was summoned. Knives? Why do you think I would serve you by making knives? Break your own rocks, ape. I am not here to warm your hide. Grow more fur if you are cold. I speak all languages, ape, for I am a DRAGON!!! ...[text shortened]... ady lives there, at the volcano in A8. Take me to her now because I don't like this wet place.”
Speaking to the dragon in placating tones, feeding him wood like he asked, he found out the dragon, who called himself Brigga, from a long line of dragons, 27 generations of dragons in his kingdom. Sonhouse found the dragon to be a likable sort after he showed an interest in the dragon's history. Nobody ever asked those kind of questions to a dragon before and he expounded on his dynasty of dragonhood, the exploits, the victories over rivals, the stories of love and love lost. It was a different universe for Sonhouse, and fascinating.
Sonhouse asked Brigga if he would accompany him on his quest and after a long discussion about this, Brigga agreed on one condition. What condition is that sir dragon? You must keep me in wood, for that is my diet. If I don't get wood, I must eat flesh which I don't especially like but will be forced if wood is not available. It must be chopped into logs no bigger than your arm so I can take good bites. I will need a log every week. That should not be too big a burden for you.
Sonhouse agreed and they were on their way to A8 through mighty river gorges, mile high trees, spectacular waterfalls and the dragon took the fearless Sonhouse on his giant back and flew over all of that territory. It was a huge valley and the dragon told Sonhouse it would take 2 weeks to get to the other side even flying but sometimes they had to land to escape the evil viceals, a flying beast so vile, so cruel, so fierce, even a dragon was helpless in its claws.
I can smell them a hundred leagues away and their spoor is strong right now. Sonhouse tried sniffing the night air but only found the fragrances of flowering plants and bats which were roaming the night with their clicking sounds guiding them to their food, flying insects.
What does it smell like, Sonhouse asked. They are the putrid smell of death, Brigga replied. You will certainly smell them if you get too close. Right now the smell is strong to me but I have lived here for over a thousand years and know their spoor.
Let us spread out for the long night.