Chapter 6
by 
Nemo of Utopia
Where did you go from there?
It Had Been A Long Day, You Were All Quite Weary...
So, naturally, your next place to go was bed. The Traders Dormitory abutted directly on the Trade-Hall, and you found the rooms, though consistently chill as only a mine, dungeon, or cavern can be, had thick blankets and flannel sheets atop mattress made from cotton batting. You were soon dressed only in your underwear and nightgown, a fine red silk number which left little to the imagination, especially regarding your E-cup tits, but you loved the feel of the shier, almost liquid, cloth against your bare skin. You all worked out shifts in which to sleep, yours was the second shift, you would sleep 4 hours, then be awake for 4, and then sleep another 4, after which everyone would be awake for 12 and then go to sleep in two eight hour shifts and be awake only eight hours together throughout the day. You would do your 'due diligence' for this seemingly fantastic state of affairs for a week, then head out, one way or another. You had been sent to 'deal with the dragon and rescue the enslaved children': if the children were not enslaved, then dealing with the dragon would be handled with negotiation and diplomacy, basically consisting of convincing him to stop 'abducting' children without talking to the local authorities first.
As you drifted off to sleep, door locked from the inside, you wondered how everyone could have gotten things so wrong...
Your dreams were surprisingly peaceful, for all that you had lost one of your companions to an avalanche and nearly been killed yourself, had to dive and grab another companion by his wrist to keep him from falling to his ****, and been threatened by a squad of the town guard. In spite of all that you dreamed of flying, riding on the back of a mighty silver beast while a snowy mountain range spread out bellow you...