Armodeus looked at the man standing in front of him, hesitating for a few moments. But in the end, he just let out a loud, long laugh, "Good one. No, but really, tell me what ye're plannin' on slaying, and I-"
Before Armodeus could finish speaking, Beowulf threw the bag that he had over his shoulder onto the ground in front of the dwarf.
"Your payment's in there," he said, and Armodeus raised his brow. He squatted down and opened the bag. It was much larger on the inside than the outside; an ancient magical tool that Armodeus was barely able to comprehend. But that wasn't even the most shocking part. Inside of the bag were numerous large red scales and a crystalized heart the size of Armodeus' torso. Claws and teeth the size of daggers.
"Th-These are... You... you actually slayed a dragon?"
Beowulf nodded, "Yes."
