Threland scowled a little and tilted his head slightly to the side, 'Whot, yer goin' 't be a drake-mother now?!'
Stonsten: 'Gonna be a drake rider! It'll be my pet, and I'll love 'im, and feed 'im, and name 'im Crombert..'
Threland could not believe what his ears were hearing...'Ahh!, He fake-grinned, leaving his hilt and casually spreading his amrs around. 'whot a marv'llous oidea! Aye! Les' bring up a drake..! Whot could possibly go wrong!'
Stonsten : 'Exactly.. nothing... Now I'm takin' it back to Bree..'
Threland : 'Whot!
Stonsten whistled casually as he started to make his way towards the west gate, Threland forgetting his horse and hastefully following.
Threland: 'Hoy! Lis'n to yerself!'
Stonsten: 'Ye can't stop me Threland!'
Threland followed the man, walking backwards in front of Stonsten and trying his best to bring him to his senses, occasionally stepping aside only to resume his backward walking once he strayed too far. 'Ye'll burn the city down!'
Stonsten: 'He'll be good if you love 'im!'
You : 'Stop!'
Stonsten sheltered the egg and gave Threland a glare.
Threland held out his hands,'Jus' think. think!'
Stonsten : 'I did! They're a smart as people I tell ya! They can be raised just like youngins! 'Closest thing to one I'll ever 'ave!'
Threland : 'Younglin's don' feed on yer limbs!!!'
Stonsten: 'It's my damn egg! Get your own and kill it!'
Threland shook his head and muttered something about crazy people and flaming arses 'Don' bring it to Bree damn ye!' A'leas' cover it up! They'll slay ya on spot at the Wes' gate!'
Threland : '...THIS BE MADNESS!'
Threland : 'Madness AH tell ya!'
Stonsten : 'Madness?'
Stonsten:, 'I might be mad, but madness is what got me the egg in the first place!'
Threland rubbed his face as he muttered in a muffled voice various curses directed for his crazy friend, while the two approached the town 'Cover the damn thin' a' leas!'
Stonsten threw a blanket over it, "Happy?"
Threland : 'NAY ain't HAPPY! They'll lock us both up th'way yer goin'!'
Stonsten : 'It ain't a crime!'
Threland : 'Throw it in the River.'
Threland : 'Look, so close, jus', a toss away'
Stonsten : 'Never!'
You say, 'C'mon! Let it be 'nother person's problem!'
Threland grumbled and the conversation went on like so, until they reached the gate. The guards took no notice of the egg and the two men went seperate ways. What is to follow is unknown...