The inn, smoky and rowdy, was particularly crowded that evening.
I was in a corner, secluded and thoughtful. The sidro, now lukewarm, smelled in the dense and mellifluo jug.

I almost got a blow when I heard from behind my shoulders: "Have you ever gone hunting for dragons?"

I turned to me to I shoot, and I saw a tall man. He emanated a particular aura of wisdom that gave him a much wiser and solemn aspect of the emphilary pellaccia who took on him. Hunting of many things ... hunting for hopes, on the hunt for dreams, on the hunt for loves ... but of dragons never. I also went hunting for chimeras! Those yes! ..th you find anyway. And what should you believe that dragons exist? "

" Dragons exist! ", He replied smiling (the eyes shone with a youthful ardor)" And how the dragons exist there are also the treasures! "

"Of course ..." I said skeptical and bored. I made to turn and go back to my thoughts.

rapid as a ferret, however, rummaged avid in the pockets of the cloak, and he handed me a large shiny scale and a jewel as big as an apple. It almost threw them in my hands.

The scale seemed to the touch, it seemed to be emitted heat, and it did not seem to have a specific color. From any point it was looked at it, it was not possible to understand its nature. The jewel, on the other hand, was of a bright red and serious was the weight in my palm. I had no time to counterbalance and I looked at me nervously, as if to want to hide the two memorabilia.

"If you want to know more, you will have to leave with me. And you will not be alone. You will need some companions. Collect the necessary and wait for me here at the inn tomorrow evening ".

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the next day, almost without realizing it, I had already prepared my food and the equipment. I loaded my "g" shield on the back, I assured my sword in the shape of "L" and dragged myself to the inn, confused and wary at the same time. To wait for me, next to the hearth, there was the man in the previous evening, intent on chatting absently with four other patrons. The silhouettes of three men and a woman seemed to me to recognize through the dense smoking of the place.

"Oh! Here you are! Gentlemen, this is your guide "
They teamed me" them "from head to mind this time, the feeling was not pleasant.

" Well, I expected better "said one of the three men. BR> "I agree," another said with curious do. The third said giving me a sound pat on the shoulder. "Here we are all nervous, but the old friend says that you know the hunting territory like your pockets!"

"T ... Hunting Interferee? Like my pockets? What are you talking about ... "old friend", I said, indepostrum the epithet between the offended and the embarrassed.

"Ohohoh! SUVVIA SUVVIA! We drink together and let you tell you about our mission ... Sidro right? " He looked me a clever “Ah dear! You sorry to go to the innkeeper and ... "

" Don't even try old owl! Your the idea, your business! And you see to bring me something to eat already that you are there! " ... the woman of the Stilettima group with her gaze the old man and headed impetus to a robust wooden bench.

"Ahhh poor me!" And it laughed at taste. "Reach the others and don't worry," he said with a smile, and disappeared in the hustle and bustle of the place.

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I would not be able to say how long the speech he was Going forward, but I realized that I had not followed almost anything about the story. Only the words "dragon" "treasure" and "business" remained gripped in my head as solid cobwebs.

"and then so it is decided! We will start in a few hours. The time to reorganize ideas and plan the least dangerous path ... real boy? " The old man said with goliardic. The others looked at me with ardent and craving eyes as if they awaited a definitive response to their expectations. & lt; & lt; & lt; You will have all your responses in due time, but for now trust and nod. You won't want to worry the others right? & GT; & GT; & GT;
... I realized that the words of the "old friend" were only for my mind and not for the ears.

After a moment of hesitation, aimed at the group , I nodded with nervous but content.

"Finally!" they exclaimed the others in unison "you go hunting!" They jumped the mugs to the sky laughing and letting themselves be carried away by an enthusiasm.

All this, in some way, seemed to have already seen it, already lived. When? Where was I? With whom I was?

The sweet taste of the cider on my lips was the only concrete certainty at that moment.