The Odd Dragon Out

form of a Charm that was very much forbidden in the Wild, disallow

traced wit

ed the Fetid wit

of tricks. Somehow, the clumsy-looking Shaman was actually phenom

ury, blinded Ginger, and then, with a sharp jerk

tightened his grip on

g something buried in his youthful flesh and pulling hard to d

ng away to an unknown, Ginger had hop

pot relief

e the luxury to mull over

ld think a

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un, and whirle

ping that his large eyes would turn into lanterns that illumi

found that he could breathe, and aside from t

wasn't always the case for all those

inutes

ng ch

arting gifts and made every p

minute

ng ch

ing would have started to cry aloud, slowly

ot Gi

er of ages. All he felt was fresh fright. After a while, he had reca

the boy's deepening

rkness for the past quarter of an hour, Ginger suddenly

d as he raised his

stra

darkness felt like a dream. Ginger almost beli

ssion and spinning

ours

began to cough vehemently. He hung his

This was the firs

otent, and sweet-smelling. It was so pleasa

ld of humans – used Fetid Essence to perform their Charms. It was called so

energy on th

Ancor mentioned?" Ginger

w

y and made him feel strong, vib

t, and couldn't take in enough of it

still exercised caution. He grip

was in h

ing roofing from two buildings. Tens of paces away, the li

wever, something on the wall

y brought a sm

in a terribly slop

r was

h a bit of confidence and moved to the light,

saw stun

peach-gold sun that was arching down

he sworn opposite of a

s lined both sides of the street before him, wit

in the Wild, custom-made to house heroes among dru

awked in

s, however, pulled him out of the experience. Ginger disc

as they passed, others with reptilian features walking with their torsos bare, and se

e unusual beings chattering away,

scary,' Gi

like this in his life, though A

orm in this wo

hat made Ginger bite his upper lip with dread, a menagerie of four-legged creatures he

e killed on sight, and with good reason – that

ldn't have been pre

ht, Ginger suddenly staggered

ooked up at the figure he had collided with. It w

ted the man's slit-like pupils. His gaze quickly shot lower, avo

...!' he

re a red and purple s

e Ginger's own, and hi

stand in the middle of the street,"

rkled. Before he knew it, he was scanning around excitedly, pa

dressed much like the tall man; with scarves or r

" Ginger

dra

heard the tall man addres

ragons used as the years passed. In fact, the dragon language was the

pay attention to things around him. He did not want to bump

he was on the unpopular side of Good Yield Street – a name he found written in bo

burned into the wall

orbs floating above

meant, but he took it all in gree

start to beat like the one pound

a place like this back home

, and what he heard to be called a 'bank', Ginger

had been plucked out of t

as attempting to hand out pamphle

g Hunters! Come on in and sign up fo

e man awkwardly fro

ks and... li

The look of the man's shack of a shop didn't do him any fav

ger, as though he heard his mocking thoughts

young dragon?" he

r froze and to

se you change your mind," the man said wh

boy. He smiled horribly, took t

, panting heavily. He looked back at the man and f

hought. He was about to look at the pamphlet when

th Good Yield, leading right to form a

sive wasn't the

ruct, rather, a set of

s they headed towards the constructs, most of them with scarves around

d alrea

ng to be his