After the King had answered the riiddle, he ordered Knight to find Jester and have him gather up all his notes. Having old dragon scales would be nice but the King had no use for them. They couldn't be forged into weapons or armor. The best use for them would be as trays or decorative shields. Therefore, the notes would just be given to the dragons as a "Friendly Neighbor" gift.

"And that's the jist of it." Said Knight. After walking around the halls, he had found Jester lazing in the library. "So where do you keep your notes?" He asked Jester. Jester held his head and thought. Then he looked at Kight in confusion and said, "After I write those notes...Don't I give them out to everyone here? I don't have any right now but if you want me to write some now, I could."

"Oh, well..I'll dig around the castle and see if anyone kept your notes. In the meantime, can you write a new one that I can get delivered tomorrow?" Kight replied. He grabed a piece of paper and a pen from a nearby table and set them infront of Jester. He then left to find a postman as Jester wrote.

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Dear Sir Elder Dragon,

It is a great honor for a Jester such as I to write a riddle for yourself. I do hope that our future together will as pleasant as fine wine and a good riddle. This is my riddle to you.

On Saturday and Sunday, it is easy to find me for I am big.

On Tuesday through Thursday, it is harder for I am small.

Sadly, on Monday and Friday, I cannot be found at all.

What am I?

Sincerely,

Jester