Dragon, 110

“I wonder,” said Owen, thinking, “if we should have taken a more subtle approach to this.”

Aria looked at him, then at the hole in the ground where the blacksmith’s forge had used to be. Owen had bought and given him a new forge to work out of so that he wouldn’t be out of work. “You think this now after we’ve dug a massive hole in the ground?”

“Yeah, well…” Owen shrugged. “Maybe if we’d left everything the way it was, the evil sorcerer would have come back and tried to do evil sorcery, then we could have just caught them.”

“Well,” said Aria, crossing her arms. “Yeah, I guess. But too late now.”

“Yeah, too late now.”