Our heroes arrived at St. Johnsbury. They were welcomed by the young, but the older folks seemed to a little stand-offish. They met the mayor, Morie, a long-faced man who seemed a bit nervous. He tried to rush them along, but this only piqued their curiosity.
Job did a little investigating and found that the most powerful magic nearby was not in town.
There was no indication of a dragon in St. Johnsbury other than the banners of a red dragon hung in town.
That night at the Common Tales, the group was doing very well. Job spoke with the older crowd, Corwin and Edmund entertained the crowd with stories of their dangerous travel from Burlington. Just as Corwin was lifting the Common Tales to a more energetic level, Farfoot arrived. At that point, Corwin snuck out the back in the company of a young lady, someone who he had peeled away from the fascination of Farfoot.
A clash and jingle and braying of trumpets was heard. Two goblin heralds opened the door to the Old House Inn, where the Common Tales was taking place. Behind them strode in Farfoot, another goblin dressed all in ragged red. The new arrivals carried themselves with an air of clear dignity, something unusual for the unruly goblins.
As Farfoot stepped into the Common Tales and began telling stories of the Mistress of All Lands, Destroyer of Cities, Job blew smoke into the room, having it seek the most powerful source of magic. It dispersed into a thin covering of the floor, vaguely in the shape of bat-like wings. When Farfoot reached the climax of his stories and proclaimed the name of Mezzenextria, the smoke rose in the form of a giant red dragon. Many of the townsfolk fell to their knees.
Job left, following the older crowd to their own meeting. Corwin had remained out of the room, leaving Edmund, Leon, and Gillias to stay in the Common Tales.
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