The Ambush 4/7
This time it did not only look as if Krasus would vomit. Jaja managed to turn him to his side just in time so the elf threw up at the floor. Violent shivers ran through his gaunt body and the elf was looking that miserable even dry heaving for some time after, that Jaja knew deep down inside herself something was very wrong. Krasus should be getting better but instead he got worse by the hour. Jaja eyed the cup of brew suspiciously for the umpteenth time. Perhaps the tea... "I took precautions." her fathers voice echoed through her ears. And Dunol was acting strange since she had brought the dragon... And someone was paying tons of money for the guy... Jaja nodded to herself. She had to save the dragon again. Therefore the brew has to vanish for her father would return with another cup all too soon. The girl looked out of the window but there still were no raindrops despite the dark clouds. So she could not pour the brew out. Her father would surely notice. She made a momentous decision. Jaja would drink the brew herself. Hopefully it would only harm dragons...
Marelnestrasz cast his eyes back to the sky. He did not like the thick dark clouds. He did not like storms. He did not like getting soaked in the rain and he definitely did not like getting struck by lightning. But there was no cave in these mountains big enough for him to fit in. He considered assuming dwarfen form but he did not like those weak humanoid shapes either. Marelnestraz sight heavily and then concentrated again on his dragon senses trying to forget his grumpy mood. Still he could not find any trace of another red one in the vicinity. Hopefully Korialstrasz would show up before the rain started - or after he stopped again. Preferably before...
Dunol took another cup of the brew and took it to his daughter and the dragon. As the older dwarf entered the small room he noticed the bedside rug was missing. "Jaja, what happened?" he asked pointing on the spot the fabric used to lie. The girl looked that tired he considered for a moment to let her sleep downstairs and monitoring the disguised dragon himself. "Well... he looks sick... I was afraid he would puke. And I did not want the bedside rug to get dirty..." Dunol nodded. He had not thought of that. If the fake elf vomited he had to make another tea otherwise the effect would not be strong enough. "Did he...?" But his daughter shook her head so he felt a bit relieved. There were too little herbs left for his liking.
Jaja eyed the cup warily. She was very relieved her father had not become suspicious but she really did not like the idea of having to drink another cup. The brew tasted awful and her stomach still hurt from the bit she drank earlier. The girl really understood why the dragon was sick. She felt like puking too. As another side effect of the tea her movements had become agitated and her hands were shaking a bit. But her father had not noticed... yet. If she had to drink an additional cup... Jaja looked at the unconscious man. He still was too pale and a bit feverish but he did not look terminally ill anymore. Only ill. Well, very ill, but nevertheless that was an improvement. It was an encouraging sight. Obviously the brew was poisoned or something. And obviously it was not working very strong against dwarfes. She gulped the brew down and burped loudly before covering her mouth quickly. If her father had heard... Jaja listened anxiously for a few moments but there was no sudden movement downstairs, no heavy footsteps, nothing. Dunol had not heard anything. Relieved she turned around again and looked directly into the open and alert eyes of Krasus.
He still felt like dying but... something was different. Korialstrasz was not only able to think in coherent thoughts again but he remembered his name too. There was a feeling of... urgency... He had to... There was... something important... He had to... inform someone. He had to inform... someone. Korialstrasz felt frustration arise. He simply could not figure out whom he had to tell about what. But it was an improvement. Perhaps he was getting better at last? The dragon heard someone burp loudly next to him and remembered where he was. The girl... he had forgotten her name, but that girl had healed him and prevented him dying of blood loss. Korialstrasz tried to open his eyes. He had to talk to her. Perhaps she could inform... someone.
Dunol took another swig of his keg and looked at the dark sky. Dammit! With all those clouds he had no idea what time it was. How much time had passed since he brought the last brew to his daughter? How long till they'll come and take the damn dragon? He gulped the rest of his beer down and decided to take a leak before the rain started. He took his coat and shouted: "Oi, Jaja! 'm outside for a minute." "Kay" the answer came promptly. The dwarf wrapped his coat tighter around his form as he stepped out into the upcoming storm. It was getting really cold and Dunol was glad he was not the one who had to transport the disguised dragon through this unfriendly night.
"Sir Krasus..." Jaja whispered. Although still troubled by pain and sickness the dragon seemed to be wide awake for the first time since he dank the first cup of the darn tea. He met her gaze with a determined expression that warned the girl to hurry. "I'm afraid this house is not safe... The tea is no good and my father wants to sell you." For a brief moment the dragon seemed to be caught off guard but then the friendly but determined facade was back up. "Jaja, I have to leave. Now." The girl gave him a short once-over and than shook her head. "You won't even make it to the stairs, pal. And my father's downstairs. He's a bloody good marksman he won't miss ya." Krasus frowned deeply at the words frankly spoken. A hint of desperation mixed with his features. The disguised dragon obviously knew Jaja was right and Jaja knew the dragon was right, too. He had to leave. Better sooner than later. Better now. "Oi, Jaja!" her father hollered and the girl nearly jumped. Had he heard them? Had they been not quiet enough? "'m outside for a minute!" Jaja sight deeply with relieve. "Kay" she answered and eyed the dragon again. He really was too far gone to escape all on his self. She had to help... There really was no other choice. As soon as her father learned the dragon was gone and she did nothing to stop him, Jaja would be... punished. She better not be around by that time. "Ok, Sir Krasus, listen to me. My father's out but he won't be gone long. Probably widdling. So we hafta hurry a bit. I know, I'm small and you are bloody huge, but try to lean on me and not collapse too soon. You're pretty heavy and I wouldn't like having to drag you out." The girl helped the dragon stand up and watched aghast as the last bit of colour faded from Krasus features. He swayed for a moment before he collapsed nearly on top of her. Jaja caught the gaunt elf before he could hit the floor and muttered: "Bloody marvellous. Bloody escape. Now I hafta drag your sorry ass out and through the marsh on my own." She wondered how far they would get.
Chapter 5
Marelnestrasz cast his eyes back to the sky. He did not like the thick dark clouds. He did not like storms. He did not like getting soaked in the rain and he definitely did not like getting struck by lightning. But there was no cave in these mountains big enough for him to fit in. He considered assuming dwarfen form but he did not like those weak humanoid shapes either. Marelnestraz sight heavily and then concentrated again on his dragon senses trying to forget his grumpy mood. Still he could not find any trace of another red one in the vicinity. Hopefully Korialstrasz would show up before the rain started - or after he stopped again. Preferably before...
Dunol took another cup of the brew and took it to his daughter and the dragon. As the older dwarf entered the small room he noticed the bedside rug was missing. "Jaja, what happened?" he asked pointing on the spot the fabric used to lie. The girl looked that tired he considered for a moment to let her sleep downstairs and monitoring the disguised dragon himself. "Well... he looks sick... I was afraid he would puke. And I did not want the bedside rug to get dirty..." Dunol nodded. He had not thought of that. If the fake elf vomited he had to make another tea otherwise the effect would not be strong enough. "Did he...?" But his daughter shook her head so he felt a bit relieved. There were too little herbs left for his liking.
Jaja eyed the cup warily. She was very relieved her father had not become suspicious but she really did not like the idea of having to drink another cup. The brew tasted awful and her stomach still hurt from the bit she drank earlier. The girl really understood why the dragon was sick. She felt like puking too. As another side effect of the tea her movements had become agitated and her hands were shaking a bit. But her father had not noticed... yet. If she had to drink an additional cup... Jaja looked at the unconscious man. He still was too pale and a bit feverish but he did not look terminally ill anymore. Only ill. Well, very ill, but nevertheless that was an improvement. It was an encouraging sight. Obviously the brew was poisoned or something. And obviously it was not working very strong against dwarfes. She gulped the brew down and burped loudly before covering her mouth quickly. If her father had heard... Jaja listened anxiously for a few moments but there was no sudden movement downstairs, no heavy footsteps, nothing. Dunol had not heard anything. Relieved she turned around again and looked directly into the open and alert eyes of Krasus.
He still felt like dying but... something was different. Korialstrasz was not only able to think in coherent thoughts again but he remembered his name too. There was a feeling of... urgency... He had to... There was... something important... He had to... inform someone. He had to inform... someone. Korialstrasz felt frustration arise. He simply could not figure out whom he had to tell about what. But it was an improvement. Perhaps he was getting better at last? The dragon heard someone burp loudly next to him and remembered where he was. The girl... he had forgotten her name, but that girl had healed him and prevented him dying of blood loss. Korialstrasz tried to open his eyes. He had to talk to her. Perhaps she could inform... someone.
Dunol took another swig of his keg and looked at the dark sky. Dammit! With all those clouds he had no idea what time it was. How much time had passed since he brought the last brew to his daughter? How long till they'll come and take the damn dragon? He gulped the rest of his beer down and decided to take a leak before the rain started. He took his coat and shouted: "Oi, Jaja! 'm outside for a minute." "Kay" the answer came promptly. The dwarf wrapped his coat tighter around his form as he stepped out into the upcoming storm. It was getting really cold and Dunol was glad he was not the one who had to transport the disguised dragon through this unfriendly night.
"Sir Krasus..." Jaja whispered. Although still troubled by pain and sickness the dragon seemed to be wide awake for the first time since he dank the first cup of the darn tea. He met her gaze with a determined expression that warned the girl to hurry. "I'm afraid this house is not safe... The tea is no good and my father wants to sell you." For a brief moment the dragon seemed to be caught off guard but then the friendly but determined facade was back up. "Jaja, I have to leave. Now." The girl gave him a short once-over and than shook her head. "You won't even make it to the stairs, pal. And my father's downstairs. He's a bloody good marksman he won't miss ya." Krasus frowned deeply at the words frankly spoken. A hint of desperation mixed with his features. The disguised dragon obviously knew Jaja was right and Jaja knew the dragon was right, too. He had to leave. Better sooner than later. Better now. "Oi, Jaja!" her father hollered and the girl nearly jumped. Had he heard them? Had they been not quiet enough? "'m outside for a minute!" Jaja sight deeply with relieve. "Kay" she answered and eyed the dragon again. He really was too far gone to escape all on his self. She had to help... There really was no other choice. As soon as her father learned the dragon was gone and she did nothing to stop him, Jaja would be... punished. She better not be around by that time. "Ok, Sir Krasus, listen to me. My father's out but he won't be gone long. Probably widdling. So we hafta hurry a bit. I know, I'm small and you are bloody huge, but try to lean on me and not collapse too soon. You're pretty heavy and I wouldn't like having to drag you out." The girl helped the dragon stand up and watched aghast as the last bit of colour faded from Krasus features. He swayed for a moment before he collapsed nearly on top of her. Jaja caught the gaunt elf before he could hit the floor and muttered: "Bloody marvellous. Bloody escape. Now I hafta drag your sorry ass out and through the marsh on my own." She wondered how far they would get.
Chapter 5