Marek looked at the paved road ahead of them. The dwarves were merciless bastards. But to put a dragon on their path was too much.
The dragon was staring at Valentius as if looking at a golden throne.
"Wrath is going to pay for this," Marek said, as Valentius offered his hand to the dragon. "Make it shift first!"
"It can't," Albert pointed at the metal collar around the dragon's neck. "Slave rune."
Marek cursed under his breath.
The dragon chirped.
"Ok, buddy," Marek hated that Wrath had nearly gotten a dragon in his harem. It was one thing to have Amos, but a fire-breathing dragon?
That was too much, darn it!
"Time for an injection!" Marek slammed his hand against the dragon's side. It roared. The collar cracked.
"Good!" Marek yelled as he gathered more of his mana into his palm!
"One more!"
The dragon roared! The collar broke!
The orange-haired man lunged at Marek!
Only to have a snake's tail wrapped around him.
