How’d she get him?”
“Fried his dumb ass.”
“Strange, Vaklum never seemed the type a bloke that’d let a dragon catch him in the flame.”
Dak took a sip of his fish ale and wiped his moustache: “Well, you’d think.”
The Dull One flopped his leather tobacco pouch down on the table and gave Dak a quick help-yourself nod. Dak waved the pouch away. The Dull One picked up the pouch and began rolling a cigarette.
Dak gazed over The Dull One’s shoulder to the other tables in the low-ceiled, smokey tavern. Seated across the room was Strap Eyes. Dak didn’t know the fella Strappy was drinking with. He heard a ringing sound and saw the unknown man reach into the sack hanging from the back of his chair.
