The blade went through, and the False Dragon burst into inky, black flames that consumed themselves.
"Well done, Sir." A young woman said as she saw the dragon vanish. "You've saved my village and my life. My name's Sia, and I was the sacrifice to the dragon that my people put out. Thank you. Do you need anything?" She asked.
"Yeah, Could you tell us how to get to the mountain pass from here?" Ash asked.
"You either have to take the bridge or walk around the mountain. Walking takes three days, so I suggest taking the bridge." Sia replied.
"We... Uh... Broke. The bridge." Chris said with shame in his voice. "I'll pay for it, thought. Here's a sack of 88,888 gold pieces. The sack is magical, so it can hold whatever you want so long as it fits through the top. Keep it." He said.
"Thank you, Sir. Now, everyone, follow me to my village!" Sia said.