The Green Dragon | Danyl & Diccon
The sun was setting behind the frozen mountaintops. At the first sign of evening, Danyl was always eager to leave the castle in favor for some inn or tavern or whorehouse where he could spend his day’s earnings. Something small stolen here and there from the castle was worth more than he could spend in a week.
Danyl never saved any of it. What was the point of having money you didn’t spend, anyway?
He took the steps, two at a time, down to the servant’s quarters and then out to the stables. Spotting Diccon, he grinned.
“C’mon, mate,” He said, clapping him on the shoulder, ”I’m not going to let you spend your evening sitting around at home staring at the floorboards and dying of boredom. I’m heading down to the Great Dragon and I insist that you come along.”










