“I am very interested in this offer. Will you please tell the men of Lyndyn that I am coming? The arrows sting and are such a nuisance. Your fruits are so good. Have you any vintage?” Taekora asked.
Knarra reluctantly told her guards to fetch a barrel of the previous year’s yield and Taekora eagerly gulped it down. Knarra excused herself. The old Dragon settled down for a respite. In the interest of space Taekora transformed to an identical twin of the Light Sorceress Knarra. The transformation had served the two many times in the past. Not a hair was different. But Taekora could drink more wine.
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