Dorsiam's face looked oddly red as we all stumbled out of the doors of the inn, and began walking in the general direction of the blacksmith. We had to avoid a couple of rowdy locals (namely Drakes demanding you to buy their stuff and dragons intimidating the newer migrants) and even ignored a pair of Kobold exchanging spats and insults towards mothers at each other. As Robert put it, we made it to the blacksmith, the place looking somehow more rustic than yesterday. Silence and footsteps from our party were the only things to hear, until we stepped inside the blacksmith and watched the dragon finishing a brief meal. He seemed to eye us before handing a bag that seemed to point everywhere like he concealed a Morning Star inside. Robert got hold of it and began fishing out various items that the dragon had created, handing over a wand to Trey and a couple of knives to both myself and Backstabs. I turned the knife around in my hands, noting how it was somewhat crude (good weapons often take days to make, and we just got back after a night) and rough around the edges. Still, it seemed to handle better than my newer knives, and I slipped it into one of my coat's pockets. Namely the one in which I held all my weapons. The thing felt smoother than my normal knives somehow, and the green seemed to indicate it was somehow aged. "Yeah, thanks Robert. Thanks Mr Smith." I didn't know his name, I just knew that most people got their surnames from the jobs they worked, i.e. Baker. I was only trying to be polite, thanking the blacksmith and leaving his ash-filled coven. That place made the outside air seem fresher, somehow.
We walked a while uneventfully, exiting the city and getting to where Dorisma and I had last been to find that dragon's egg. Yellow dust (thankfully) blew in the air and dry shrubs were littered around pebbles, scattered around the dry and dead landscape. Seemed as if the grey dust was in fact an analogy for the Earth's environment, but I wasn't prepared to think that deeply. Eventually we stopped walking and stood like we had no clue as to what we were doing. "Robert, it would be nice if we carried around a map and knew how to read a compass." I said, somewhat annoyed at the fact we were in the middle of nowhere with only a few indications as to where we were. "How we're going to stop something that spreads across the land like a giant flood, with no clues and without even contributing to navigation... we really should've asked for extra help in the stronghold, right?"
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