[ WP ] Saved the Princess . Killed the Dragon . Happily ever after . But before that , you have to attend a funeral . For the dragon you just killed . And you ca n't refuse since his will asked for you specifically by name .

Working on the story throughout the day, please be kind. 
 
'How does one even cremate a dragon?' Is a thought Brad would have had if he even began to understand the situation he placed himself in. 
 
 Brad the Barbarian looked down at his own attire, his affinity for fur and leather seemed out of place at the Yarl's burial ritual atop the Trakakoa volcano, currently populated mostly by an amalgamation of fairly large fangly beasts who preferred to wear their own thick scales and the heads of their conquests stringed up into necklaces made of thick vines. 
 
 Brad had an awkward moment when he crossed eyes with Rawson, they Krokodilian axe-smith from the Panameran peninsula. To be clear, Brad was only part of the awkward moment, not aware of it. He was currently wearing Rawson's left ring finger as a trophy around his neck as years earlier he had inadvertently chopped it off while testing his latest blade and decided to kept it as a trophy. 
 
 The Barbarian grinned widely and thumped his chest twice with his hairy knuckles, the axe-smith narrowed his eyes and sneered, which Brad only took as a toothy grin. As a Krokodilian it was very hard to convey emotions to other species, asides from forcibly removing another's limbs which conveys the universal emotion of'Kindly leave, your presence is not yet requested at this time.' Interspecies deplomacy is a career path not many chose to undertake. 
 
 Needless to say, Rawson and Brad did n't talk much anymore. 
 
 Yarl was a friend of Brad's. It was not in Brad's nature to accumulate wealth, his poisition within the economy was more of a redistributor, liberating large amounts of gold from one place and dispersing it along his travel routes at taverns, inns and various independant franchises of dubious natures. 
 
 But Yarl had taken a liking to the Barbarian dolt, where Brad saw partnership, the gray dragon saw an opportunity to grow his horde. Playing on the Barbarian's lust for action and poor fiscal responsibilities, it was not too difficult to convince him to bring all the gold he could carry to his cavern. That is, once Brad understood. 
 
 `` It would be like a bank, you see.'' Yarl belowed melodically in the human tongue. 
 
 `` Da bank?'' Brad furrowed his thick brow soo low that it almost closed his eyes `` Why woulda give da gold back to where everyone takes it from?'' The concepts of possessions, already difficult to grasp for a nomad where even more difficult for a Barbarian, where as far as it concerned them, everything that could be carried over yourshoulder was there. Not many people tried to stop them, anyways. When it concerned Brad, people usually just let him do his own thing, it was easier that way. 
 
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