Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-29435884-20170706130433/@comment-24934423-20170720070945

I take a good long look at the Dragon mother and sigh. Opening the bag, I find lots of valuables, ranging from gold and silver to precious gemstones. "Go on through," I tell her after about ten seconds of observing. "Don't forget your bag, either. Not supposed to take stuff from refugees unless it's contraband."

The relieved look on her face makes me smile, until she looks over my shoulder, her saddened look returning. The sound of boots behind me tells me my replacement just arrived. "Sorry, ma'am," he says, trampling on my earlier statement, "no dangerous species allowed."

"Johnson," I interrupt, "there's nothing dangerous about her. Let her through."

"What?! Did you lose your mind?! That's a-!"

"Dragon. I can see that."

"That's one of the most-!"

"And what about that herd of Holstaurs you let in last week?"

That shuts him up. The other day was the Demon Lord's birthday. To celebrate, decorations of white, black and red were hung up all over the nation. We heard about the incident on the radio the following day.

"Until we get an actual handout saying exactly what species are dangerous, we're to decide who to turn away on our own. She's not dangerous."

I turn back to the Dragons and wave them through.