Ezril slowly walked up to the marble stairs making an echo with each step. He looked at the building and looked back at his note. It was 1334 Varrock Lane, where Corson the scholar lived. He took his hand and knocked three times on the hard wooden door. "Who's there?" shouted a strange voice.
A man opened the door, he was short and bald with a gray beard that carried along the marble floor. If Ezril didn't know any better, he would have assumed that this person was a dwarf. "My name is Ezril and I hear that you are a scholar. We have come here about the King Black Dragon"
The strange man grunted and cleared his throat. He looked sharply at Ezril, "Are you sure that you want to go through with this and attack the King Black Dragon? Only a few have come back, and those who did were usually mentally scarred from the torment of their comrades dying before their eyes, or physically scarred from the blows the dragon did"
Ezril's eyes looked down at the floor. He gazed back at his friends who were waiting at the end of the long staircase. Ezril then remembered the bartender, he was an expert and lost his leg. What could happen if they went?
Ezril sighed, "Yeah, I'm sure" Corson smiled, "Confidence is key if you want to defeat the King Black Dragon. Teamwork is also needed, 100% of it. If any one of your comrades doesn't work their hardest for a split moment, you could be dead"
Corson started waddling towards his library shelves and climbed a tall ladder. He searched shelve after shelve until finally he came across the blueprints of the King Black Dragon's Lair. "This map was made by a navigator. However, it was an adventurer who found the map next to a decaying body. It is only three months old, so not much could have changed"
Ezril smiled and took the blueprints, "Thank you Corson" he said. Corson smiled back, "Remember this one thing, whatever you do, don't lose the one thing most important, hope"
To Be Continued...
10-Apr-2007 02:26:08
