Sepulchure Ambush part 1

The Adventures of Dragon Master E's Heroes
Sepulchure Ambush


“Come on, Warlic! It's the perfect plan.” I argued. He stopped collecting things from his pantry and stared at me with those wise, grey eyes. I gulped and averted my eyes, “Oh, who am I kidding.” I slapped the table, “This plan is more full of holes than that Swiss cheese you just picked up.” I slumped into the chair that slid itself behind me as the blue mage glided over to the kitchen counter. Elizabeth jumped onto my lap, this time, being careful about her claws. “You're getting a little too big to be in my lap,” I said to the now forty pound dragon. She answered by snuggling up against me. I stroked the silky smooth scales of her neck that were the same deep blue as my leather armor. She began to purr, so I tickled her velvety wings that were the same dark red as the trim of my armor.
“Donatello,” Warlic said my name. His calm, commanding voice put an instant stop to our little game. “This is extremely dangerous. You were lucky to survive your last encounter with him.”
“Luck?” I questioned his use of the word, “I wouldn't call his Master ordering him to let me live luck.” He shook his head, making his white hair cover his face even more, and was about to speak, but I interrupted him, “-Besides, I've gained more control over it since then. I'm not that young boy you sent on reagent gathering errands, Warlic. I'm a hero now.”  
“That's what I'm worried about.” He said, waving a butter knife at me, “If you lose control, which is likely, I'm going to have to intervene so that you stay a hero.” He gave a deep sigh before continuing, “You are one of the last lights in the darkness. If things go horribly wrong, which is even more likely, people will lose all the hope you two have worked so hard to give them.”
Elizabeth's wings wrapped around me and her red eyes met my slate-blue, “We know.” I said. For the longest time, the only sounds were of Warlic making sandwiches and tea.
Finally, he cleared his throat, “Would you prefer ham or zard?” he asked.
“Ham,” I laughed, “after that whole Z-Virus thing, I've had enough zard to last a lifetime.
“I'll take zard!” Elizabeth squeaked, “I love zard, especially when it's good and fresh.” she growled the last word as she pretended to rip and rend.
“Well, I don't think it's as fresh as a dragon might like, but I did get it yesterday. So, is that fresh enough for you?” Warlic laughed heartily, which was a funny sound to hear coming from the ever so serious mage. Elizabeth's tail whipped side-to-side as a big gob of drool dripped down my arm.
“Gross!” I groaned. She jumped off my lap, using my stomach as a springboard.  Warlic levitated a towel to me to wipe away the sticky dragon drool. It's not that I wasn't used to being drooled on; I just felt like making a big deal about it.
He brought our sandwiches over and two teacups levitated along behind him. He gave one to Elizabeth, which she promptly wolfed down. “Did you even taste it?” I asked her and she belched in reply, “That's what I thought.” He set mine in front of me and proceeded to tousle my carefree, black hair before sitting down. I looked out of a sideways window as I fixed my hair, “So... are you going to help?” I asked tentatively .
Warlic fiddled with his tea for a moment in thought, “I really don't see how I have a choice, but even if I did... yes, I will help.”
We went over the plan again as we finished lunch and decided to meet again in a particular valley.
“Don! Don, is that you?” came a voice from the hall. I got up and peeked out to see Cysero, the green mage, behind the magic yellow line with a pack of laundry golems behind him. “Hey, I thought it was you. Could you give me a hand with my laundry, again? Oh, I'm also out of mayonnaise cubes.”
“Did he say mayonnaise cubes?” Warlic asked, clearly anxious, as I grabbed my pack.
I smiled and nodded.
“If you help him with that again, I'll transport whatever he makes with it straight into your bedroom.”
“See you later, Warlic.” I said. Then I walked out laughing with my Twin Blades of Destiny in hand.