"It isn't going to stay for long, right?"
"I don't know, seems like it's settling pretty good in to me. Weather looks to stay fine, too. No reason to move, no reason in the world."
"I can't draw something like that."
Indeed, who dared attempt to transmute crude paper and ink into the dignity of that lizard which graced what men used to call Melmark with a few thousand yards of luxurious scales? Melmark could be called nothing but Lizardmark after that by anyone with sense. Whether the mobile topographical feature was the creation of some mad wizard, an ancient relict who lived since the world began and just came up for a vacation, or the first of the new generation of monster lizards finally reaching their growth potential which had been hampered by malnutrition until the agricultural revolution, it inarguably altered the landscape and merited a response from the government's office of cartography and surveying.
"Draw an outline and call it New Ridge."
"I'm going with Monster Ridge. Is this what you figured you'd be doing as a cartographer?"
"Well, I only got hired because of the Great Rending after Demon God Hellbreaker was split into five parts by the courageous heroes we all know, so yeah, more or less."
"I think maps are neat."
"Yeah."
The colossal lizard's tongue flicked though its eyes never opened. Perhaps it dreamed of whatever its kind thought neat. Such leisure as that the cartographers lacked, seeing as they had to look over an inland sea that was the aftermath of a wizard's slaying that very month.
Finis
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