He had been walking around the area since morning, hoping to catch a glimpse of a boy or a gang who obviously wanted something from him. He was troubled by some strange premonition. Usually when something caught his interest he brought it to a conclusion, this time was no different. He was driven forward by this unexplained feeling that it was something important, that he had to find that dragon.
So he walked around and listened to the conversations, sometimes asking some random questions and looking for even the shadow of a reaction to the mention of the black dragon. Most of the time, the interlocutors just started saying something about old tales or didn't know what it was about at all. He had no luck.
He was just walking along the quay where the fishing boats were moored when the sounds of a fierce argument began to reach him. As he had found nothing so far, he shrugged his shoulders and moved towards the source of the sound.
-...missed parents I'll be watching over you! Now enough of this nonsense and let's go home!
-I'm not going anywhere Will! I have to...
-You have to go home! Now!- growled the older of the two boys arguing fiercely on one of the piers. They resembled each other almost like two drops of water. The only difference Bleist noticed was their height.-I've really had enough of your attempts to curry favour with Pirce. That's it! If you want to go out somewhere else, talk to our parents!
-You can't. Mum said...
-Oh, come on now! You know very well that I have a life too, not just following you around! Parents won't make me do it anymore!
-But...
-But what?! -The older brother was getting really annoyed.-If they let you go, you can go chase the freak yourself, or his little friend! I don't care!
The younger one already wanted to reply something, but his brother grabbed him by the arm and pushed him towards the coastal tenements constantly mumbling under his breath.
Bleist was curious and already knew that at
