Legend of the Red Dragon Fanfiction Chance is a man that thinks that anyone and everyone should have a good time, all the time. And that's one of the reasons he opened up his own tavern, the Dark Cloak Tavern. Then other reason is, after being banished from town, he had to earn gold somehow, so he used his experance from helping the bartender in town and opened up the tavern out in the forest. Now, his tavern seemed to be an instant sucess. There were some of the drunks from town that made it somehow out there and never could seem to able to leave and since his tavern never seems to close, the drunks gets a free nights sleep. But Chance doesn't mind since it keeps the Inn in town from getting their business. Even though he gets some business, his tavern is really hard to find. He didn't expect for it to be when he built it, but he finally did figure it out that building it in the forest was a mistake and had been thinking about moveing since. But lately, it seemed that horses seems to be able to lead people striaght to the tavern. One day, Chance was having a very slow day, having only one man in there all day. That man comes there everyday for no reason at all, drinking very little and always carving stuff in the tables. And today, having nothing else better to do, Chance was going to tell this man off. "Hey, Old Man!" Chance called out. The man looks up at Chance with a look that would even make Turgon's stomach get tight. "Yeah?" "Why do you always come here everyday, not drinking that much and always distoring my tables?" Chance asked. The man's face turns into a giant grin. "Why do you ask?" Chance, not being a real smart man, got kind of confused. "Exactly what I said." The man started to snicker. "You want to know why I come here everyday, right?" "Yes." "And why I carve stuff into your tables?" "Yes, why?" The man stopped laughing, and went back to carving whatever into the table he was sitting at, giving Chance no reply. Chance was amazed by what the man the did, went back to the bar, poured himself a drink, and started to think. But finally, the man had finished what he was doing, grabed his things and left. 'That old man is too weird.' Chance though to himself. Then the man walked back in and said outloud, "Yes, I know." and walked right back out. Chance was instantly confused and amazed. He didn't know what to think, but he had just forgot about it.
Chance walked over the man. "You gonna order something today?" The man, again, looked up at Chance with the same face that could even make Turgon's stomach tight. "Yes. I will have one beer." the man said, and went back to carving. Chance stood still watching the man just carve into his table, which he really didn't like. "Please, will you stop carving into my table?" The man went on carving with no reply and Chance looked down to what he was carving into the table. It was an unfinished and ugly picture of the Red Dragon. "Why are you carving a picture of the beast into MY table?" Chance asked "When am I going to get my beer?" the man asked with a deep voice. Chance started to get really angry. 'This man is carving an ugly picture of the red beast into a table that is mine and I do not like it.' he thought to himself. Chance finally did move so he could serve the other costomers in the tavern and he forgot about the man for a while, but when he went back to the table, the man was gone, and the picture was finished with a bag of gold laying beside it. Chance picked up the gold and looked down and the picture. It was a picture of the Red Dragon being confronted by a man that was strikely simular to Seth Able, whom Chance knows. Chance noticed some words laying below the picture and read them outloud.
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