The dragon’s body lay between the knights and the children, the ground stained with her blood.

“You think they’d appreciate being rescued.”

“Bunch of sniveling brats.”

“How dare they complain that we killed it?”

“Hate the thought of traveling home with them.”

“Let’s kill them and blame it.”

“Sounds good.”


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