Tell you a story—an' it's a fac'"—
Wunst wuz a little boy, name wuz Jack,
An' he had sword an' buckle an' strap
Maked of gold, an' a "'vusibul cap;"
An' he killed Gi'nts 'at et whole cows-
Th' horns an' all—an' pigs an' sows!
But Jack, his golding sword wuz, oh!
-James Whitcomb Riley
The man clears his throat and the left corner of his mouth raises slightly forming what would be honestly a right handsome smile was it not for the faint mischievousness that glimmered in his eyes. He doesn't look like much, just an average man with a kind face. Not too bulky nor slim, adorned very modestly in a travelers garb and cloak...looks pretty much like any other peasant actually.
"Ahh, to tell ye the truth lass...Jack wasn't any of those things said in that there tale. I could go on about how Jack went and killed giants and ogres and dragons and what not, but then I'd be lying lassy, and good ol'"
The smirk turns to a grin as he pulls a silver crown out of his pouch and in a fluid motion he flips the coin and snatches it before it hits the table.
"And I dinnae lie lassy. See I can tell ye a real story ifin ye wish it...Jack was a right amazing fellow ye see. He dinnae slay any giants or what not, but he did once persuade a dragon to give up a scale. Ye dinnae follow" Well one thing that is commonly known is that dragons dinnae give their scales to anyone. So ye ask how did Jack manage to get a scale from a dragon' A monstrously gargantuan prismatic wyrm at that' Well...I suppose I can tell ye...Ahh but first, has anyone ever told ye that ye have the most striking eyes lassy' Beauty really, ye could almost make someone fall right in an' never want to come out."
The grin not leaving his face the man winks then rolling the silver coin over his knuckles continues.
"Well Jack, being the adventurer that he was had to go about the land searching for the rarities that everyone else was too daft to notice. Did ye hear that he had the egg of a phoenix" Nae, well he did. Saw it with mine own eyes I did. But I drift. The ancient wyrm we were speaking of. Aye..
Now Jack had heard rumor that there was a temple on the top of a mountain off somewhere, prolly that Mount Yasuo or some such...something like that. At that time the door was right closed off fer centuries I'd suppose and had one of the very first, nae the eldest ancient prismatic dragon guardin' it. This wasn't one of those whelplings ye see around the lands now lassy."
He leans forward and brushes a stray piece of hair away from her face tucking it behind her ear.
"So Jack bein' like he was walked up to that dragon and asked ifin he could have one of his scales. Aye, suicide ye may say, but it was fer a good reason I'd guess...though I forget why exactly he wanted a dragon scale.."
The man thinks for a moment and scratches his head.
"Ehh, I think it was some wizard or something that needed it fer ta' teach ol' Jack something, or to save the world or some such grave and inconceivablely important manner. So, this elder ancient wyrm of prismatic death rears up and just about sends ol' Jack to the grave. Then Jack, knowing dragons, says he'll tell him the most outstanding tale he'd ever heard ifin the dragon would give him a scale. Now!"
The man emphasizes his tale by pounding on the table lightly, casually catching the eye of a barmaid, giving her a discrete wink and beckoning her to come over and refill his pint.
"This wyrm laughed, or did whatever dragons do and agreed. And the rest is history!"
The man drains the freshly filled pint and smiles to the lass.
"What, did ye actually expect me to be able to retell the amazingly outstanding tale that Jack told? Sorry lassy I'm nary even that skilled. Though, ifin ye want I can tell ye a bit about a magical golden helmet Jack once wore..."
The man clears his throat and the left corner of his mouth raises slightly forming what would be honestly a right handsome smile was it not for the faint mischievousness that glimmered in his eyes. He doesn't look like much, just an average man with a kind face. Not too bulky nor slim, adorned very modestly in a travelers garb and cloak...looks pretty much like any other peasant actually.
"Ahh, to tell ye the truth lass...Jack wasn't any of those things said in that there tale. I could go on about how Jack went and killed giants and ogres and dragons and what not, but then I'd be lying lassy, and good ol'"
The smirk turns to a grin as he pulls a silver crown out of his pouch and in a fluid motion he flips the coin and snatches it before it hits the table.
"And I dinnae lie lassy. See I can tell ye a real story ifin ye wish it...Jack was a right amazing fellow ye see. He dinnae slay any giants or what not, but he did once persuade a dragon to give up a scale. Ye dinnae follow" Well one thing that is commonly known is that dragons dinnae give their scales to anyone. So ye ask how did Jack manage to get a scale from a dragon' A monstrously gargantuan prismatic wyrm at that' Well...I suppose I can tell ye...Ahh but first, has anyone ever told ye that ye have the most striking eyes lassy' Beauty really, ye could almost make someone fall right in an' never want to come out."
The grin not leaving his face the man winks then rolling the silver coin over his knuckles continues.
"Well Jack, being the adventurer that he was had to go about the land searching for the rarities that everyone else was too daft to notice. Did ye hear that he had the egg of a phoenix" Nae, well he did. Saw it with mine own eyes I did. But I drift. The ancient wyrm we were speaking of. Aye..
Now Jack had heard rumor that there was a temple on the top of a mountain off somewhere, prolly that Mount Yasuo or some such...something like that. At that time the door was right closed off fer centuries I'd suppose and had one of the very first, nae the eldest ancient prismatic dragon guardin' it. This wasn't one of those whelplings ye see around the lands now lassy."
He leans forward and brushes a stray piece of hair away from her face tucking it behind her ear.
"So Jack bein' like he was walked up to that dragon and asked ifin he could have one of his scales. Aye, suicide ye may say, but it was fer a good reason I'd guess...though I forget why exactly he wanted a dragon scale.."
The man thinks for a moment and scratches his head.
"Ehh, I think it was some wizard or something that needed it fer ta' teach ol' Jack something, or to save the world or some such grave and inconceivablely important manner. So, this elder ancient wyrm of prismatic death rears up and just about sends ol' Jack to the grave. Then Jack, knowing dragons, says he'll tell him the most outstanding tale he'd ever heard ifin the dragon would give him a scale. Now!"
The man emphasizes his tale by pounding on the table lightly, casually catching the eye of a barmaid, giving her a discrete wink and beckoning her to come over and refill his pint.
"This wyrm laughed, or did whatever dragons do and agreed. And the rest is history!"
The man drains the freshly filled pint and smiles to the lass.
"What, did ye actually expect me to be able to retell the amazingly outstanding tale that Jack told? Sorry lassy I'm nary even that skilled. Though, ifin ye want I can tell ye a bit about a magical golden helmet Jack once wore..."