"You want me to kill a dragon?" Arad gasped, glaring at Merlin.
"Yes, I need its heart, so it needs to die," Merlin replied. Smiling, "Or do you want a reason to kill it?"
"I'm not killing dragons," Arad growled.
"Not all dragons can be reasoned with." Merlin pulled a few papers from her chest, "Forest fire, attacking travelers and even scaring monsters outside the forest. That thing wants the entire forest for himself, and he caused the death of many people."
Merlin leaned back on the couch, "I need to finish the heater before winter, or hundreds of commoners will die of cold. The dragon's heart will make it possible to heat an even bigger area."
Aella looked at Merlin, worried, "You're saying that the dragon's death is better for everyone."
"Everyone except him. I doubt he will sit and let you take his heart." Merlin smiled, "So, will you take him down?"
Arad looked down, thinking. ^What do you say? Mom,^
