A secret meeting-epilogue

Slarb woke up irritated. He had gone to sleep irritated too.

That Ridgerunner better stop messsssin with me. He thought. A deal is a deal.

Slarb went and put his armor on with the rest of the fangs.

"Ah, Slarb." Commander Gnorm came up to him. "I want you to go collect the people's taxes today. Make sure the bookstore fellow gives us double, for that Ridgerunner."

"But, uh commander, the Ridgerunner workssss with us." Slarb pointed out. "Why does he pay taxessss?"

"He lives with a man, not with us. He may work with ussss, but he doesssn't stay with usss." Gnorm replied, eating a hen leg.

"Assss you wish." Slarb walked out of the barracks and headed to the jail. Once he had picked up a basket for collecting the taxes, he headed straight into town. He went to Books and Crannies first.

"You, old fellow, give me your taxessss. Make sure they are doubled because of the Ridgerunner." Slarb said when he walked inside. Zouzab crouched behind Oskar, scared of Slarb.

Slarb saw Zouzab, and hissed at him.

"Here you go, a deal's a deal." Zouzab grabbed the taxes from Oskar and gave them to Slarb, making sure to hiss and growl at him.

Zouzab merely chuckled, then scurried off into the maze of bookshelves.

Slarb walked out of the bookstore, when he heard footsteps on the roof. He turned around.

"Also, deal's off. I have no need for you Slarb." Zouzab said.

Slarb growled at him. "Ridgerunner, may your race perish."

Zouzab cackled. "May your race perish as well dear Slarby." And with that, he ran off back into the bookstore.

Slarb collected the taxes from the rest of the people, then went back to the jail, feeling more angry than ever at the Ridgerunner.