Auction of Talons

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Second Person POV

In a drinking house at Outcast Island, hunters drink as the music plays in the background, most are fighting tipsily as Johann sits at a table uncomfortably.
He watches in horror as one hunter gets dragged to the floor by his jaw as two hunters sit at a table slightly behind him talking about something quietly, but, loud enough that Johann can hear.

"Grimborn auction? What's on the block this time?" A hunter in a yellow vest asks his friend, who wore a red vest.

"Dragons." The second hunter answers with a smirk.

"Think what we could do with our own dragons. Its hide alone." The first hunter says, looking into the distance dreamily.

"Only the richest Vikings dare to show up." The second hunter explains to him, taking a sip of his drink after.

"So, how do you know about it?" The first hunter asks knowing his friend was anything but rich, he wouldn't get an invitation.

"Because I have this map." The second hunter answers, pulling out a map with the location of the auction.

"Got it from a gold baron. Told him I'd let him live if he showed me what it was. Idiot." The hunter adds, and the sight of the map makes Johann smirk as the second Hunter gets up while taking one last sip of his drink, throwing it to the ground afterwards.

"Don't let that out of your sight." The second hunter then growls, walking away to get another drink of mead.

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Johann runs out an exit to the drinking house with the map in hand, he rests with his hands on his knees.

"Oh, dear." Johann whelps before continuing to run, the two hunters following slowly after him trying not to trip on their own feet. They look around to see no sign of the famous trader, after a few seconds, Toothless flies past them into the night sky with Johann holding onto Hiccup.

"You get it, Johann?" Hiccup asks the trader, who was too petrified to speak.

"Johann!" Hiccup yells making Johann jump before snapping back to him.

"Huh? Oh. Of course." Johann says while handing the map to the rider.

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The next day, Viggo walks around with Ryker as they watch everyone set up all the dragons for the auction. His hands behind his back as he stands confidently. The scent of wealth was in the air for him.

"Ah! Do you smell that, brother?" Viggo questions as he watches the hunters push a cart that holds a caged Speed Stinger, Ryker smells the air before cringing at the smell.

"Dragon droppings," Ryker growls making Viggo mentally sigh.

"Gold." Viggo clarifies before continuing.

"This auction will not only bring us wealth but will cement my reputation as the most prolific dealer of dragons, both living and not. But everything must go off with perfection. How is security coming along?" Viggo inquires as they both come to a halt.

"Catapults are doubled. Watchtowers are going up. No riders will spoil the auction." Ryker explains making Viggo place a hand on top of his bald head.

"See what you can do when you put your mind to it, big brother?" Viggo asks mockingly before Ryker pushes him off; the younger then walks over to a caged Nadder.

"Any news on our special guest?" Viggo inquires while kneeling in front of the Nadder, who was laying down asleep.

"Are you sure he's coming?" Ryker shoots back, not liking the fact the younger was being so cryptic with him.

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