[littl3chocobo]

he nodded at the words and grinned at the question. flexing his fingers to settle the familiar healing magic, he reached into his thigh holster for the hidden blade within. pulling it free he began helping the other skin the beast, it was long hard work for the joints were strange and the animal heavy but as he worked he thought of what they could do with the coin if it was worth even half of what a dragon-skin sold for. he felt pleased with himself.


an hour found them with a fresh skin and a head, both were washed in a nearby stream as were the arms that did the labors. they contemplated digging a whole to bury the wyvern in but in the end decided against it, even more work in that. so they left the carcass for the scavengers and headed back to the town they were camped in