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    He looked at him with a look of shame, whimpering very softly as he continued to question his antics. "Well I know that have to grow crops too, dragon, sir.." He murmured, gulping. "They c-could use the money to buy new seed, and if I had any l-left, I could too.. b-but you, dragon sir," He gulped. "You've only got to catch your food."

    "Ohhhh," Arian drawled irritably, turning his head slowly away. "So let me guess, you want me to give you some of MY treasure because I don't have to buy food and you do. I'm not giving you any of my treasure, end of story. Do you think I just stumbled in here one day and this place was full of treasure already?! No! I had to work to get all of this! Fighting armies of knights and breaking into castles isn't very easy, you know. I'm not going to just hand some of it over to you. In fact, I shouldn't give any of it to you at all. But I might consider it.. if..." He trailed off dramatically.

    The small male stared up a him with very wide eyes, trembling and nodding quickly when he said that it wasn't easy to get the treasure. "I understand." He squeaked, staring up st him with wide eyes. When he said he would give him some, if,... If? Oliver sat up and stared at him with wide eyes. "Anything!" He squeaked.

    "There's this... thing," he said quietly, thoughtfully, deliberately. He slowly moved back towards his treasure pile, slowly tugging Oliver along with him. "This... problem that I have. Maybe, in exchange for a small pile of coins... you could help me." He glanced back at Oliver with careful consideration gleaming in his eyes.

    Oliver whimpered as he was dragged, but he tried to follow along in a way that gave him a little control. "Yes, what is it, dragon, sir?" He asked, looking at them. He almost hid his face in his scarf.

    Arian glanced back at him, then sighed. "Don't call me sir, okay? You talk to me like I'm a scary dad or something. My name is Arian." He climbed back on top of his treasure pile and curled up on it once more, still grasping Oliver in his tail. "There's this jerk griffin who lives in a cave in the forest. She sneaked in here while I was asleep and stole my necklace, which is extremely important." He frowned down at Oliver seriously. "If you can get it back from her, I'll make it worth your while."

    He frowned at him and nodded quickly when he said that he would have to get back his necklace to get his treasure. "Okay s-s-- Arain." He muttered. His rats were back and he was still visibly terrified of the dragon, but he took the quest willingly. "I will get your necklace back." He told him quietly, staring at him with big blue eyes. "M-May i leave now?" He muttered. "To go get it?"

    Arian dipped his head. "Yes. You should know what it looks like. It's a beaded necklace, made from wood. Perhaps not the best thing for a fire-breathing creature to wear, but like I said, it's incredibly important. Should you return it to me, you will receive not only a fair amount of my treasure but my undying gratitude."

    He nodded at him quickly and gulped thickly, before he rushed out of the cave. He rushed all the way home, his heart pounding in his chest. He got his small sword, cleaning it off before he began to travel to where the dragon told him. The whole way, he was terrified.


    He took a deep breath, walking into the area in which he was told the Griffin was. His sword was out, trying not to show the terror he had on his face. He started to look for the sword.

    Arian curled up on his treasure once more and closed his eyes. He's gonna die.


    The cave appeared to be empty. It was scattered with piles of random souvenirs and treasures: gold coins, jewelry, and knick-knacks, as well as piles and piles of bones.

    Oliver's body began to tremble as he looked slowly through the cave at the bones. He kept walked, gulping thickly. He was admitedly terrified.


    If you dont do this, you and everyone else will die of starvation, though.


    He had no choice. Hesitantly, he creeped further into the cave, slowly holding his sword upwards.

    The cave was wide and deep, but with no side tunnels, making it easy to make your way through. Despite the sheer numbers of random piles of items, however, there was not one beaded necklace.

    Oliver frowned and looked around for the necklace for a while, having no sight of it. He sighed angrily, thinking maybe he could just steal this treasure instead. I very quietly started to put it in his basket.

    As he set to work, the griffin quietly returned. Her feathered form swept down to land softly at the entrance -- and the only exit -- to her cave. She already knew of the invader from his tracks through the snow. Quietly, she hunkered down into a crouch and slowly stalked towards him. Her hunting trip hadn't been very successful, but this would do.


    However, as stealthy as she tried to be, there was no muffling the soft click-clack of the wooden beads of the wooden necklace she wore around one of her thick front legs like a bracelet.

    When Oliver heard the soft click clack, He stood there for a moment before he turned sharply and held the sword in the air. He trembled, gripping the handle tughtly. "L-Listen!" He squeaked, his tail giving away his fear.


    "G-Give me the n-necklace and I won't do a thing to you.."

    The griffin shrieked in surprise and jumped back, a half second too late to save herself as the sword sliced a gash across her thick, furry neck. She screamed more in fury than in pain and leapt at Oliver viciously, her talons extended.

    Oliver screamed loudly, his back legs kicking and trembling. As he tried to push himself backwards, he only fell, desperately swinging the sword. He closed his eyes, hoping his death would be quick.

    Oliver's wildly swinging blade found a lucky blow. No claws were able to scratch Oliver today. The griffin fell over, bested by the much smaller faun, her treasure and the necklace now rightly his for the taking.