My Chieftess... ✨Scripted✨ version

Episode 12: Last Auction Heroes

Johann: You must have misunderstood me, Mr. Ryker. I've simply brought an offering. I'd just as soon offload it and be on my merry way, if it's all the same to you.

Ryker: Yeah, well, it's not all the same to me. Get Viggo.

Viggo: No need, big brother.

Johann: Mr. Grimborn. What a pleasant surprise.

Viggo: Hmm.

Johann: As I was endeavoring to explain to your brother, I wanted to present you with these dragons for your auction as a sign of respect. And as an exchange for future safe passage in my trading lanes. Maybe?

Ryker: Always in my way.

Viggo: Trader Johann, perhaps I've judged you a bit hastily. This is a splendid and most generous gesture.

Johann: The downside to an old ship. Not nearly the quality and excellence you have, no doubt, come to expect from the vessels in your fleet. Perhaps when the day comes that you feel the need to part- The trade has been a bit, shall we say, "sluggish," lately. My stores are as empty as a tree following a ring-tailed lemur migration. Oh, dear!

Viggo: We accept your terms. Offload Trader Johann's dragons and place them with the others.

Dragon Hunter: Aye, sir. Ready to offload.

Johann: My poor heart will surely not withstand any more of these harrowing moments.

Snotlout: Where is this simpleton? Does he make it a practice of disrespecting his best clients like this?

Gobber: You do realize you actually aren't a best client.

Gobber: I'm in character, Gobber, so, no. No, I do not realize that.

Gobber: Look at that big guy.

Snotlout: Ugliest dragon I've ever seen.

Gobber: I think he's magnificent.

Snotlout: Of course you do.

Gobber: Hello.

Ryker: Out of my way, Grump. Fat beast.

Gobber: Do you auction off the ugly, fat one as well?

Ryker: Who would buy him? Besides, he eats all the scrap iron and is the only dragon that can bite through a dragon-proof cage. Personally, I'd just as soon skin him and eat him. That fat would be tasty on toast squares with some yak butter. Eh, Grump? But Viggo likes having him around. Says there's a use for everyone.

Snotlout: When you two ladies are done blabbering about whatever, I'd like to do some business. Is that not what we came for?

Ryker: What, are you waiting for my permission?

Snotlout: I'm waiting for some "me" time. A private place to count my money out of the eyesight or earshot of your goons. Offense intended. This will do. Come, valet.

Ryker: Nobody goes inside Viggo's tent.

Snotlout: Very nice. First of all, Sir Ulgerthorpe goes where Sir Ulgerthorpe wants. Second, I need to count my gold. It's not gonna count itself. And unless you plan on building me a hut in the next five minutes, I'll do it where I want! Of course, I can go elsewhere and you can explain to your brother-

Ryker: Go ahead. Count your coin. But make it quick.

Snotlout: Can you believe that barbarian? The nerve to question my intentions.

Gobber: You can drop the act. We're alone.

Snotlout: Sir Ulgerthorpe does not kowtow to pressure, nor does he break character. He lives within. He becomes it.