“God damn it Guzray, get in here!”
An elf opened the door.
“Sir, Guzray’s away on a rescue mission...” ‘Sir’ tsked.
“What have the humans gone and killed this time?”
“The Kokako, some kind of bird, knowing him.”
“Another species extinct? When will the humans ever learn?” Sir sighed. After a minute he switched to another subject. “So who’s in charge of the monster?” he inquired. The elf looked up at the ceiling in thought, then said:
“Which monster? Here at APARS we’ve got dinosaurs, Minotaurs, lizians, dragons... well, a dragon. Poor thing.”
“Poor thing?” Sir murmured icily. “He’s done it again.” The elf cringed. Oh. He realised. That monster.
“What this time?” He asked cautiously.
“Speakers” Sir replied grumpily. “They were pretty good too, for human design. And that dragon stole them. Again!” The elf shook his head sadly.
“I’ll go see who’s in charge of him at the moment,” he stated, before exiting the room. Eventually he found the one who had been saddled with the job. The person in question was a stuck-up dwarf who was lounging in the common rooms, completely neglecting his draconic duties. When the elf tried to explain the lack of self-discipline involved in his current activities, the dwarf used a few foul words that basically said: “Don’t care. Go away.” Basically. The elf decided he’d better wait for Guzray to get back. At least he was a pacifist. You could never be too sure with dwarves...