Dragon-Paragon

 "Afternoon, Shroomsworth." Malt said, placing a large box laden with Tao Ranch's freshest produce on the counter. "I got some of our people comin' by to pick up our whiskey in Gambitville." The Miltank patted his large stomach. "I got to thinkin' maybe I ought to set up a brewery at the ranch. Nothing big, just beer, but there'd be good business in it. We can't rely on Gambitville forever." Malt paused a moment, hoping for a response from his colleague. The Breloom cradled his forehead in his left claw while he drummed on his desk with his right. "...Shroomsworth?" "...Yes, Malt, I heard. Thank you." Shroomsworth answered quietly. He d