As Grace arrived in Tinsbury, she ordered the troops to separate the gold from other precious metals and gems. She emptied the contents of her chest into smith's floor and left the building, almost bumping into near-unfortunate head of the council, his goatee longer and grayer than usual.
"You promis'd no one will die! Just for show, you said!" he said angrily.
"A third party interfered in a dangerously unpredictable, maybe suicidal manner," Grace said. Yet immensely capable compared to other threats encountered so far, she thought of saying but eventually didn't said out loud. "It will be dealt with in due time and heroes of Tinsbury will never be forgotten. I want their names carved on a slab of stone you will put in front of the city hall immediately," she ordered, knowing that it will absorb resources, but also that morale can't be mined as easy as marble.
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Shashoh listened to every story he heard at the inn, but one of them, told by someone of black fur, no tail and uncertain species, was especially interesting.
"...and then lady Grace gone into a rage, you know, I hear she tore the dragon to pieces and she carried the dead body of lady admiral all the way back..."
Dragon?
"Where did that happen?" he asked.
"Uh... oh, hello good sir, uh... Hezelwound or something, I ain't remembering. Wh--"
"But the dragon of Hazelwood was not defeated!" he said.
"Well, it was, by lady Grace. Everyone knows. The fiend was spreading disease, half of the town died and many houses had to be burnt but lady Grace restored pea--" The tailless creature cut off suddenly.
"Why did you stop?" Shashoh asked calmly.
"You made a misshapen chunk of milky pewter out of your mug, sir."
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"I lost everything," Dalavesta said with her voice trembling. "My home, my friends, my family as I knew... and I don't truly know you. Now I can't even look at water. The monster responsible is undefeated and Shashoh won't fight it as it's not a dragon. What to do?"
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