An unusual circumstance: Horst Cabal is at a loss for words.
"I don't suppose you'd consider impaling yourself on my sword, here? It would save me a lot of scrubbing over the basin later, so much less mess. Otherwise I'm afraid we'll have to do this the hard way. I don't much hold with roaring beasts terrorizing the populace."
He looks on somberly, but in all honesty is more than a little frightened. Horst is reasonably sure that this great beast could do away with him in one easy gulp, and not at all confident that even vampiric immortality would survive a trip through a dragon's digestive system. He has no plan whatsoever. This is undoubtedly a bad idea.
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An unusual circumstance: Horst Cabal is at a loss for words.
"I don't suppose you'd consider impaling yourself on my sword, here? It would save me a lot of scrubbing over the basin later, so much less mess. Otherwise I'm afraid we'll have to do this the hard way. I don't much hold with roaring beasts terrorizing the populace."
He looks on somberly, but in all honesty is more than a little frightened. Horst is reasonably sure that this great beast could do away with him in one easy gulp, and not at all confident that even vampiric immortality would survive a trip through a dragon's digestive system. He has no plan whatsoever. This is undoubtedly a bad idea.
Ah well, nothing for it.