"We've been here a million times Chaun. I turn and you are causing trouble! I hear you refused to fight the strange youth yesterday. Is that true?" Chizmo's eyes cut at Chaun.
"The youth in question is my..."
"I didn't ask for an excuse! I asked if you refused to fight!"
"Yes, I refused to fight my nephew." Chaun hated using a respectful tone since he held no respect for Chizmo.
"How do you know this is your nephew?"
"He has the family scent Chizmo."
"Bring him in Chiffy." Chizmo sat gazing into Chaun's face, Chaun could read the hate behind those withered eyes.
Draco halted, he was looking at the oldest char he ever saw. His eyes dropped from the liver spotted head to the hideous dewlap of flesh swinging below Chizmo's throat. His wrinkled flesh, that stale scent he had, Draco wondered what kept this dragon together! Chizmo was ancient! It looked as if a minor breeze would reduce the elder to dust.
"What is your name stranger?" That ugly dewlap flopped up and down as Chizmo spoke.
"Draco." His eyes watched the ugly flap of skin wobble side to side.
"Blasphemy! Blasphemous! You're father dares name another son by Chah!" That dewlap was flopping wildly as Chizmo roared.
"I am Draco not Chah!" He sneered.
"Draco means Chah in another language young fool!" Draco was disgusted by the nearly toothless mouth Chizmo growled with.
"I came here on family business whether my name is blasphemy or not!" Draco held his head high.
"What business is this?"
"I came to inform my family that Chad died a month ago." He began to cry as well did Chaun.
"He has?" Chizmo sat trying to read their emotions, they looked genuine. "I must ask your forgiveness for being so rude. Please go comfort your mother Chaun. I will speak to you two tomorrow."
Alone Chizmo sat in the darkness of his cave. His half was paid, he would demand his reward now. Smiling he thought of the years he waited for Chad to die.
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