Facing Wyrm

His Head Spinning, Fred ran out of the room without looking back. Unfortunately, he didn't look forward either, for if he did, he wouldn't have fallen down the hole in front of him.

It was a small fall, but the earth below him was hard and painful. Before he could pick himself up, he was being dragged away by the gray figures, the wiggly-wugglies.

And before he knew it, all the strange creatures that the dog had told him about were before his eyes. The Gray figures had taken him to the throne room of a what appeared to be a large, bloated fish. He was mainly gray, but had blue patches of scales around his eyes. Engraved on the headrest of the throne was the name "Wyrd".

"What brings you to this lair?" asked Wyrd

"I'm here by mistake, sir. I came to kill the dragon" said Fred.

"Well then, it's a good thing my minions created an artifical party as a trap to lure your kind. The dragon king will be very pleased when he learns that we've prevented an attempt on his life."

Fred grew scared. These people worked for the dragon. He wished he had chosen his words more carefully. But at least he wasn't a purple-person. Wyrd couldn't eat him.

"I was considering feeding you to his majesty the dragon, but I haven't had much to eat in a while..." Wyrd said with a glazed look in his eye.

"But I'm not purple!" pleaded Fred

"Meat is meat, buddy. It doesn't matter when you're hungry."

Fred eyed the exits. The were blocked by several wiggly-wugglies. He was either going to have to fight or talk his way out of this.

1. Plead for your life
2. Stand and fight

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