Dragon Descendants 2

Chapter Twenty

The streets are flooded with people and stalls. Customers all approach market stalls, all hunting for the best prices. Some people beg on the streets for extra cash, while others perform. Some people hide in crowds, taking money out of pockets and food on stalls.

I can hear the town drunks singing and dancing the bars, while we stand in the street.

"What now?" I say as I look around some more.

A lot of these people out there are men, but with so many children around there must be women somewhere. I guess being near a dragon school isn't the safest idea. I can see eyes on us, even though we don't wear uniforms, we still stick out like sore thumbs.

"We either need money or the skill to steal. But from the crowds of people, and the control the owners have of their things, we are going to need money."

I then see a thief grabbed by the stall owner. "Thief!" He shouts before a group of guards come charging and dragging him away. "Stealing probably isn't the best way out of things," I suggest.

"How much do we need?" Adam queries.

"Enough for at least one weapon, food, and maybe a place to stay for tonight if we are lucky."

"So where do we start?"

"Probably the place where people talk the most and don't care about a thing." I see the local tavern up ahead.

It is around midday and people are already laying out in the gutter drunk and or passed out.

"So are we stealing?" Theron questions, "It's not really the right way to go about things."

"We do what we have to. For now."

"I like how she thinks! At this time, only we matter. They choose to get drunk with their money, we choose to survive." Adam throws his arm over my shoulder.

"We only take what we need." I take his arm off me. "No more." I look at Adam.

"Fine, fine. What we need."

We begin to head over.

We are all still pretty young, so knowing my luck, I'll be kicked out. But Theron is old enough, and Adam should be just. Hopefully, they are all too drunk to realize.

We can hear their singing and cheer from outside.

"Why are they so loud?" I question before we step in.

The room completely ignores us as all the attention is at the bar. People are cheering and clapping at some randoms dancing on the bar.

I quickly glance over the room,

I can see most of the room from this angle, it seems to be very western styled. I know this town doesn't get much money considering its dangerous location, which why the cheap bar look makes sense.