The Spikemuth village could be described as many things. Sadly, lush and green was not one of those things. With its run down and dilapidated stone hovels, to its beaten up road ways. It was definitely a rather “Unique” town to say the least.
But we did have decent enough dragon dens at least. But if you could catch just one rare dragon, just one, it would change the village for the better. Finally put Spikemuth on the map. All you had to do was to try and find one of those dragons again and get it to your guild and tame it. Then Spikemuth would finally get it’s renown back and get more funding from the Rose Dragon Association.
Sadly that wasn’t going to be an easy task. Especially with Mr. Cocky Dragon Stealer from Hammerlocke out there stealing your catches and then having the nerve to mock you.
Ugh. That stupid handsome idiot! The absolute nerve of him!
Wait…
Handsome?
You couldn’t possibly think that jerk was attractive in any possible way. Right? Impossible that was just simply impossible.
But speaking of that annoying little so and so maybe the former guild leader Piers will know a little more about him. And if you were lucky, you could get an edge on that dragon stealer. Unfortunately, he was thinking the same exact thing.
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“His name is Raihan and he’s the leader of the Hammerlocke guild?”
“Her name is (Y/N) and she’s the leader of the Spikemuth guild?”
“Oh this is gonna be good. It’s about time I find someone worthy to be another rival.”
“Hah. He’s gonna regret messing with the Spikemuth guild.”
“It’s so on.”
The Rebel Fae 