Bad News (part III)
Both of Aasgar's bushy black eyebrows lifted in surprise. "A dragon? Have ya' got a death wish, my friend? We aren't messing with no dragon." Aasgar took a quick swig of his ale, then slammed the tankard back down on the table; his eyes glistened sharply like sapphires, daring Morlith to challenge... Sign in to see full entry.