Trollik, the black dragon, asked me to have my scribe write down how we met,
and our adventure together when I was on my youngling dragon quest years ago.
It just so happens that my scribe, Theresa, has completed the tale, and it is
Trollik's Hatchday!
We dragons have great timing...
Now on with the story...
Trollik
and Ragnadolf’s Hoard
By
Theresa Snyder
Farloft
watched as the large black dragon glided around the edge of the high beach
cliff. This was the third day of following the dragon. His dark body, with dark
blue fur accents on his tail, made him easy to spot as he sailed along the
shoreline. Farloft was fascinated by the dragon’s actions. At first, he
appeared to be searching for food in the many caves hollowed out of the chalk
that rose up from the beach almost four-hundred feet. However, with a bit more
observation Farloft saw the dragon fishing for his meals in the ocean and along
the plain which topped the cliff, yet he still searched the cliff caves
tirelessly. Curiosity had gripped Farloft. He wanted to know what the dragon
was doing.
