[ FF ] Describe a show in a D & D like setting where a bard and an illusionist perform for a crowd in less then 400 words .

A crash of thunder rang out as the Knight stood before the mighty Dragon. The rain ran down its black scales, making them look slick and shimmer like obsidian. Another crash of thunder, this time the Dragon let out a mighty roar forming an intimidating chorus. “ PSSST- Geoff! Keep it down!! They won ’ t hear me! ” Markus hissed to the illusionist. His efforts were in vain. When Geoff was casting an illusion of this calibre, he was deep in concentration. All Markus could do was play along to the scene and narrate the tale. A chance meeting in a street made them realise their talents would double their money if they worked together. From then on they went from strength to strength. From street to stage. From hovels to beds. From lonely nights to groupies with massive- 
 
 “ Abreast to the voices of spirits, the mage Abadar charges across the plains to aid Hemlick. But will he get there in time? ” Markus could hold the crowd ’ s attention, but the illusions made his words even more captivating. His teacher always told him that leaving everything to the imagination of the audience was best. What rubbish, he thought. People are inherently lazy, even when they want to be entertained. They weren ’ t painting an image in their mind, they were letting what they saw be seared into their heads. The “ dragon ” let out a mighty roar, and let out a lick of flame. Soon the whole stage appeared to be on fire, even the ceiling was covered in embers. Geoff was laying it on a bit thick, but he always got like this the more they did the same show. “ Before the Great Dragon Malagnar could snap up Hemlick, Abadar threw down a boulder on his head! ” Nothing happened. No boulder came down on the Dragons head. In fact the illusion wasn ’ t moving. Maybe Geoff didn ’ t hear his cue. “ Before the Great Dragon Malagn-AAAAAGH!! ” It wasn ’ t a boulder that came tumbling down, it was the ceiling. In flurry of embers and wood, the crowd vanished with a sickening crunching and screaming. Geoff was finally snapped out of his casting, the illusion vanishing like silk melting in the air. Before them stood a great mass, the embers making his scales look slick and shimmer like obsidian. They very real dragon let out a booming voice. “ Who dares sully the name of my father? ” 
 
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 From 450ish to 400. I had to cut down a bit.
