Bad Luck

[drake]

The principality still felt restless from having slept for several weeks, and felt little fatigue. The daylight had slept all evening, and accompanied Drake for most of the journey. The evening light began fading in two hours before sunset, and now the falling Salvarian day bathed the countryside in the golden light of the daysky's farewell bidding. Light, wheat colored grasses swayed as the icy gales swept the lands. The winds and the gusts kept the concept company as they trekked northwest, following the path parallel to the river which tall deciduous tree clusters enshrouded. After several hours worth of trek, the plains to their south began to sprout tall pines, which eventually melded into a thick, deciduous forest's engulfing of the path.

Some trees retained their green foliage as others gave way to rich oranges, and deep red colors; however, very few had completely changed to their final rich yellow shades. Unique or traditional, each tree’s perfectly natural expression faded into their familiar bluish gray silhouettes under the night’s beam. Drake and the winds that accompanied him still had the better part of an hour’s worth of journey until they reached the town; however, up ahead among the trees beside the path, towered the ruins of an old temple. Upon approaching the temple, the remains of a paved stone path began to scatter the road. Drake and the winds came to a halt within three meters of the temple entrance when out stepped a massive looking being.

Drake had never seen anything like him before, but he looked like a mix between a buff, strong man and a reptilian humanoid lizard. Perhaps his features had draconic roots. Either way, he might be hungry.

Drake, figured it best to offer a sign of friendship to hopefully make a good impression.

“Hello,” Drake said.

The surrounding winds howled in response.

Drake opened his mouth, but waited until the lengthy intermittent gusts whispered in breezes.

“Um, excuse me. Are you hungry?” Drake called out to the being. “We have some smoked fish, and tomatoes.”

“I mean, we also have some rather disgusting vegetables, but, I’m not sure if you’re into that.” Drake quickly added, remembering his dried food from his previous town.

Drake felt awkward, waiting for a response.

"Um, I mean-" Drake began one final time, "I have food that I would be willing to share. Just me. Me and the wind."