Petunia's boot smeared at the W.
"Graffiti." She snarled.
"Petunia-- I don't think we should stay here," Crayg said, wringing his hands. "That says--"
"I don't care what it says, Crayg. It's just dirt." She grunted. "Lets camp. I'm tired."
"Petunia, I really don't think," Crayg said, holding out a hand in protest as she dropped herself to the ground and began gathering rocks for a firepit. "I don't think we should-- I mean--"
"Tent." She said sternly, pointing off into the edge of the darkness. Crayg whined quietly, but didn't protest further, beginning to set up camp for the evening.
The next morning, Crayg tore down the tent faster than he ever had in his life, for the writing in the dirt had vanished mysteriously, wiped away with big, wide strokes. Petunia took her time getting up and ready to go, but eventually the pair were on the road to-- "Where are we going again, Crayg?" Petunia yawned, stretching her arms and rubbing her eyes with the backs of her hands.
"A place called Greatwyrm Grove," Crayg said, nodding a bit as the pair of adventurers walked. Crayg extended the crudely drawn map out in front of him, looking over it idly as they followed the trail. "A large city that was once a place that dragons enjoyed terrorizing, it seems. It should have a library so I can read up on finding the location of the Gem we're looking for."
"Right." Petunia grunted softly. "Do they have a tavern? I could use a drink." She muttered, eyeing her axe with feigned interest. It gleamed in the light; Crayg had done a good job wiping it clean of the black sludge before bed last night, it seemed, though she'd never tell him that.
"Looks like a few-- would it kill you to help me look around?" Crayg rolled his eyes in response, waving a hand ceremoniously.
"Yes," Petunia responded, "It would." She grunted. "Besides, don't underestimate the power of tavenspeech. You can learn a lot over a game of poker." She rolled her eyes. "Not that you'd know, ya goody twoshoes."
The city peered over the horizon, sun gleaming off windows and roofs as it peered over the tops of the trees ahead. Despite its name, no dragons loomed above the resplendent town; only wispy clouds and joyful pigeons which swooped down to the streets below.
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