Rublestrasza, Matron of the Dragonsworn Council, sat in her office in the basement of the Wyrmhearth Tavern, a table covered in reports and requisition forms. "Office" being a grand term for a currently unoccupied guest room.
"Why do mortalss make everything sso complicated? Parchment, parchment, parchment! Nothing but parchment!" Ruby sighed to herself. "I thought when the Life-Binder gave me thiss job I'd jusst tell people what to do and they'd do it. Humph!"
Ruby could smell the Hot Dragon Wings cooking in the kitchen upstairs and knew Mora had begun the business of getting the Wyrmhearth ready for Saturday. Such a blessing that Mora had volunteered to take the reigns of the Wyrmhearth so Ruby could concentrate on her duties as Matron.
Oh how she longed to go upstairs and stick her nose in everything though! Hear the latest gossip of Dragonsworn members and Wyrmhearth guests alike. Help solve their problems, because Life-Binder help them... they NEEDED her.
Only natural of course. For mortals to need guidance of a dragon. The natural order really.
No, no, no... that would have to wait. Parchment first. Then later tonight she could head upstairs... as a guest... and make sure everyone was alright. Relax after a hard day's work.
And maybe ask if Mora had any Strawberry Ice Cream.
Or talbuk.
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