So I was thinking about random stories I could write about various things
And Arle happened to cross my mind
And one thing led to another and I had a thought
So here, have
The Hook Starring someone who may or may not be Arle Giskell, I'm not entirely sure"At last, we're finally here. My humble abode. ...Well, 'humble' is a bit of a stretch. You'll see once we get inside.
"...Assuming you'll stop screaming, of course. Seriously, you're quite the noisy one. It's not like I'm going to hurt you or anything.
"...Oh, no, no, hurting you would be counterproductive, not to mention rude. What did you think I was going to do to you?
"...Heavens, no! I wouldn't do that! What do you take me for, some sort of sadistic bitch who prowls the night looking for souls to torture? My modus operandi may be... brutal at times, but I have standards. I wouldn't do anything of the sort.
"However, my dear, I do have plans for you. It's simple, really. All it requires is for you to cooperate.
"...No, no! Didn't I just say I wasn't going to do that? Listen to me! You have ears for a reason, you-
"...Let me explain.
"You're here, my dear, as a... business opportunity.
"We dragons didn't always kidnap people, you know. There was a point in time where dragons stealing anything that wasn't gold or food was unheard of. The first kidnapping was a fit of lovestruck insanity, as the stereotype would have you believe. Every other dragon thought stealing a live human was crazy.
"That is, before they noticed his horde gaining all sorts of shiny new trinkets.
"You see, adventurers from all the nearby towns heard about this maiden the dragon had swept away. So many set out to find this crazy son of a bitch's lair. And what do adventurers like to bring with them on adventures?
"That's right. Their gear.
"All those shiny magic items were now in that lucky bastard's grasp. Every day, a new staff, a new circlet, a new chestplate found its way into his horde. Occasionally, a new battle scar would show up if he was unlucky. Eventually, he was overcome by one party and slain.
"That's why you're here, my darling. All I have to do now is spread the rumors, maybe post a note on the Adventurer's Guild quest board, and I'll have myself a nice income in no time. All I have to do is pick the precious bits off the corpses of the fools who fall to the traps, and possibly cut a deal with whoever's lucky enough to make it all the way through.
"...I guess you could say that it's a bit like fishing for fools.
"My cavern's the hook.
"And you're the bait."