A Golden Dragon Chapter II Section IA Golden Dragon
Perrault ran faster than he had in a long time, the stolen sack of Elkrian wheat tucked under his arm. He was a common thief, who made his living selling his "goods" to the unsuspecting, and now he had a sack of fresh grain to sell in Hapstown.
His merry thoughts were interrupted by more gunshots and the sound of a horse at a gallop possibly two. The lead pellets struck closer and closer to him. The final one of the volley buried itself in a tree I just in front of him, spraying him with dust and bark. The locals had gotten themselves some new security and now Perrault found himself minutes away from capture... Today was not as good a day as he would have thought. Now the trees became thicker as he moved north into the forest and dangerously close to New Sumre.
A single mounted guard followed as best they could through the tangle of underbrush and roots. The night had been warm and boring; the field granary was not very exiting without being alo