Edric let out a breathe of relief as the dragon set him down. The sudden reposition made him stagger--or as much as he could--and he fell down, bottomfirst. There was an annoying buzz in his head, being turned around and around like a toy was not good for his head.
Edric smacked his head a few times, trying to clear up his mind. Finally, he eyed the dragon wearily. "Your scales can be sold for gold, and then the gold could be used to buy food. Enough food to last the winter." This part was true, Edric disliked lying. He also knew that the more truth a lie had, the more believable it was.
Edric calculated the amount of time he need to reach his nearest weapon. It was too long, by the time he reached it, the dragon would have struck him. No, he decided, he would have to wait for the right time before attacking. If he wounder her wings, or maybe a limb, he might actually managed to outrun her. It was a very small chance, but he still clung to it.