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Yeah, Nick remembered he lost all the gold from the fine he got for stealing that one guild contract. However he had a plan."look man, I really need it it's important!" He got on his knees and begged.

(Shall we use dice for anything else?)

Klaus looked down, "fine, I'll use a sending stone... It is able to get both of us there." Klaus took all of Nick's 100gold and pocketed it. Holding the stone out they both touched it and Blink! Teleported two days south to Crown. Back where he started, there were no tracks but at least he knew which way to go! South, "good luck," the merchant said.

Nick was only about ten days behind Bodrik, time to get going!

Nick was very unsure of how to accomplish such a task. He couldn't purchase a horse, he'd never catch up if he walked. However there was nothing to do, so he began the walk south. All the while he kept his right eye activated, hoping to find some giant beast he could hitch a ride on, or for some tracks that he could follow. He kept to the road, hoping that this would it would be the path they took. He hoped that the fact that Bodrik was a dwarf would mean that he was at least catching up, due to the slower walking rate.

After about a week of hiking through snow and bitter cold Nick came upon a camp, a beaten and bruised Bodrik sat inside along with the Guildmaster in his human form. "Ni...? Nick??" Bodrik was sad but also unhappy that Nick had come, "you must leave the dragon is stronger then we though... He killed the Wizard boy and Brooke, our rogue is barely clinging to life!" Nick himself looked very ill, you have a pretty bad cold.

Nick saw Bodrik and collapsed into the snow, things were going dark. He caught something about a day ago when a blizzard hit in the frozen waste land. He looked up at Bodrik,"in my bag...there should be something...to help Brooke." After that Nick blacked out

Bodrik checked the bag, rope, a frozen canteen of water, a bed roll, blanket, and two torches. "I mean this blanket may help but the kid is freezing to death! His brain is gonna shut down if we don't warn him up. Bodrik extended the bedroll moving Nick onto it and wrapped him in the blanket then he lit a torch and stuck it in the ground near the kids feet. "This will do him good..." And in about two days you come out of your frost coma with only a soar throat!

Nick downed some tea to help and rummaged through his equipment. "here it is." he took out a flask and stuck it next to him. "Nobody drink this!" he then took out a notebook and pen and looked at Bodrik. "So how big a dragon are we talking about here?" he prepared to write.

"The flashy is empty boy, it was empty when I found it in your pack two days ago..." Bodrik would have liked some had there been any left. "As for the dragon, it is gigantic, and white. Dragons originated in Ember, over the Great Northern Sea... And this dragon litterally appeared on the opposite side of the world, not to mention dragons haven't been seen in over five hundred years so why now???" Issac the human/Werebear shrugged, beats me, all I know is that if we don't kill it before it reaches Crown, we're not gonna be Heros anymore and Vincent's death will have been for nothing.

"What do you mean it's empty!?" He looked over at the flask he had prepared before leaving and following that farmer. "The poor soul that ate that just took a dose of poison that is meant for killing ogres...poor guy, he probably experienced the most pain any one has ever faced." He scribbled some notes down about the dragon."how did weapons work on its scales?"

"Large blades did nothing, daggers and arrows did ok if you hit the right spot and magic did the best amount of damage but our wizard is dead and my spells are good, but the wizards were on a whole other level..."

"I've got an idea. You guys distract it, and I'll chuck some bombs at it. It's not exactly magic, but I imagine it will have a similar effect." Nick looked at the bombs left in his tool pouch. "I have six left," he said

"If you go against it alone you will die..." Bodrik looked at him as if asking are you sure you want to do this. "You will need a group to attemp your a second attack on Reinshill... That is how he? Or she? Or whatever intoduced themselves."

Nick spat out his tea, "THEM!?"

"Just as intelligent as your father was, it's a way of saying I don't know what the dragons gender is... But Rienshill is its name."

Nick wiped his brow,"Who talks like that? Just use 'it' for crying out loud!" He stood up and finished what was left of the tea."anyways, let's do this. Where is it now?"

"South west, and we're not ready..." Bodrik looked to the tent where Brooke lay sleeping. "She has harsh frost bite from the weather and the dragons breathe. We need to get her back to Crown..." Issac looked at Bodrik, At noon I can start taking her back but just you two alone will die. Bodrik nodded, "he is right Nick, if you really wanna fight this dragon you won't get paid but I believe all of us here would be grateful for your help but we need to find more warriors.

If you are part of the group to slay the dragon, and you want to join the Beastmaster's Guild after, I'll sign your papers and you will be able to begin doing real work and getting actually paid for it... That is if we aren't all killed by the dragon first. Issac laughed weakly. So basically kill dragon-no pay, but you get a job!

Nick nodded and accepted the offer. He then reached into his pocket,"I guess I should pro ably give this back then." He handed Issac the guild membership he had stolen before following the farmer. "Let's do this."

Bodrik laughed, "just because you steal a guild badge off someone doesn't make you a member you dumb little..." A dragons roar off in the distance stopped Bodrik from finishing his sentence.

Everyone at the guild knows you stole it, speaking of which you should probably avoid Erig, that half Orc is gonna kill you if he finds you. Issac was the guild master and the person who paid out the rewards. He was a little confused at why Nick would even steal that but youth aren't thinkers as much as do-ers.