The peasant stood as the sole vanguard of the pyre. It was the peasant who was standing on the front-lines awaiting the creature. It would be the duty of this peasant to attempt to reason with the creature by providing it with a proper tithe. Fortunately, hidden away he had the barbarian as his ally preparing for an ambush. 

But surely the offerings of the pyre would surely be a worthy presentation that would cause the creature to leave without any bloodshed! Well they would remain worthy, as long as everything was kept prim and proper for when the creature arrived. Geoffrey stared incredulously at the drunkard bard who decided that the best course of action would be to steal from a tithe that was to be delivered to a dragon. The peasant was stunned, and simply stared at the man before he decided to enter the woods to procure something that could serve as a stake. Well, it could be useful, if the vampire wasn't already ablaze to stop its unholy resurrection. 

Soon came the furious howling of the beast, which incited his sheep to run towards the tavern while bleated out in terror. Quaking, the peasant felt a distinctive sensation alongside the fear he was feeling. [color=8dc73f][i]"Shite."[/i][/color] Geoffrey cursed under his breath, as he clenched his hands together and quivering as the beast arrived. He had to offer this tithe properly so that the dragon would accept it and leave. But this was not dealing with a human sovereign, no this was a bestial lord the peasant had to bargain with. And just to make matters even more frightening, the creature brought an enforcer that rode upon horseback. Geoffrey's focus shifted between the armor clad goon and his commander.  

[color=8dc73f]"Aha-errraah"[/color] The peasant stumbled about with his words, as his body shook. Geoffrey knew he needed to collect himself. So to gather his wits, the peasant snorted loudly, and spat out glob of phlegm. The edges of his mouth twitched with trepidation. 

[color=8dc73f]"Greetings oh, mighty lordship!"[/color] Geoffrey bellowed, clasping his hands together as he gave a small bow towards the dragon. It was a fairly small dip, due to the fact his chickens were trying to peck at him during this gesture of submissiveness. His eyes darted towards his pig to reconfirm to his worried psyche that it was close enough to grab if things were to go awry. 

With a plastered grin, Geoffrey tried to subdue as many convulsions that broke his smile as he could. However the peasant found himself unable to keep a fully and seemingly worry-free smile. [color=8dc73f]"I erm, h-hope thy travel t' thou, erm ah, holdings 'ere went well."[/color] 

The peasant gestured towards the burning corpse of the unrising-vampire, and the meats that were alongside it. [color=8dc73f]"Lo, thou hast a most bountiful tithe to take! Behold the dead vampire, and tha tasty vittles that are served with it!"[/color] The peasant took in a deep whiff from the pyre, and continued to speak to the horrific dragon, and presumed lord of this land. [color=8dc73f]"Eat, be merry! Your humble servants labored hard to provide thee with such offerings."[/color]

Geoffrey gave another bow towards the dragon. The peasant stood as both bait for a plot to keep the dragon's attention distracted from the strike the barbarian was sure to deliver, and the peasant stood as a negotiator to try to get the dragon to simply leave the lands away. However the events unfurled, Geoffrey knew that he had to do his part to solve against this breed of trouble.