Pizza delivery, part XIV

If you ever decide to kill a dragon, make sure you have enough time free for the work you'll need to do afterword.

Thanks to Brend's magic, we didn't have to worry about the carcass decaying as quickly. Still, Callan's band worked quickly to separate and collect every part of the dragon.

Since I was the novice adventurer, I got to fetch whatever the others needed.

We worked constantly, pausing only to eat and sleep.

Speaking of eating, stay away from dragon meat. It is edible, but insanely hot. Like eating ten ghost peppers at once.

And that heat? It doesn't completely fade for a long time.

Even now, almost a week after we ate some, my mouth is on fire. Apparently it's a tradition amongst adventurers who manage to defeat a dragon to eat a little of it. My suggestion for a new tradition?

Order a pizza.

"Laddy!" Setting down the crate of bones, I turned. Standing next to Brend, Callan motion for me. When I got to them, Callan grinned. "Your armor arrived."

That was another convenient thing about having a wizard. Instead of needing to hull the harvested dragon to the nearest city, Brend could just bring up the wizard's haze. Add a few extra nonsense words to the initial chanting, and the wizard's haze could bring you in contact with a specialist.

Like an armorer.

Brend handed me a cloth parcel. Though bulky, it was surprisingly light. Loosening the cord, I unwrapped the cloth to reveal what lied within.

Daylight made the dark scales gain a multicolored sheen. Lifting the first piece, I found what looked to be a hood that extended to cover my shoulders.

"A coif." Callan said, taking it so I could looked at the next piece. A long sleeved shirt, which was long enough that it would cover my thighs. "And that's a haubergeon."

Next were two really long socks. "Those are chausses." Callan said. I smiled as I pulled out the final objects.

Gloves.

"When you suggested armor, I didn't expect a full suit."

"Might as well have a fireproof warrior for the next dragon." Callan grinned as he handed all of it back to me. I laughed, though part of me wasn't certain if he was joking. "Why don't you try it on?"

Nodding, I headed toward the main part of camp.

It took a bit of time, but I figured out how each piece was supposed to fit over my clothes. It was strange how light and flexible the armor felt, especially after having worn a leather vest for so long. I slung my delivery bag over my shoulder, then headed back toward the others.

When Callan saw me, he laughed.

"Just wait until we face whoever brought you here!" He shook his head and gave another laugh. "He'll not be expecting a wraith wielding dragonslayer."

I could see that confrontation going one of two ways.

Either it would convince the guy to send me home, or he'd laugh and strike me down with magic.

After all, Brend's magic had hurt the dragon, and whoever this guy was, he had magic.