Collections

"Collections?" said Lord Fred.

"Sure. The dragon is heavily involved in the commerce. He just doesn't sit around and menace people all day. There's grain bills to pay, bills to send off to fabric suppliers, money to collect for favors done...A powerful dragon really can make a good living and not have to deal with stealing treasure from heavily armed castles."

Fred was confused. "If he's so into the commerce, why is he terrorizing the countryside?"

"He's terrorizing YOUR countryside. They've never had anything to do with him. Now would you like to go to Collections or not?"

Fred relunctantly accepted the directions.

In ten minutes he came to a long oval room. Torches lined the walls. Under them were rows of seats. At the far end was a high desk with a matronly but bald woman sitting behind it. Three heavily muscled gaurds stood around the desk.
Sitting in the chairs were many humanoid creatures. As Fred watched, one went up to the desk and began talking to the lady in hushed tones.
Fred looked to his left. A tiny purple imp with a top hat and boots sat on a ledge. The imp held out a piece of paper.

"This is your number." he squeaked. "You'll hear the numbers called. Take a seat and prepare to pay."

Fred looked at the number. "817."

Just then the humanoid at the desk moved away.

The woman stood up. "Now serving..."

1. "800!"
2. "816!"
3. "501!"

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