"Thanks! That'll hit the spot." Tal bobbed his head in awkward gratitude as he reached for the jug--
The roar sent an atavistic shiver down his spine, but it didn't stop him from turning to look out the window, watching the dragon fly towards the heights with its hapless prey. "Oh, fuck," he breathed. He didn't return to his seat until the beast was long gone, and not making some surprise attack on the Citadel.
He'd heard about what happened in Stormbreak, after all.
"Well that's a great fuckin' sign," he grumbled, settling slowly back into his chair and pouring a mug of cider with shaking hands. "What are the chances?"
The roar sent an atavistic shiver down his spine, but it didn't stop him from turning to look out the window, watching the dragon fly towards the heights with its hapless prey. "Oh, fuck," he breathed. He didn't return to his seat until the beast was long gone, and not making some surprise attack on the Citadel.
He'd heard about what happened in Stormbreak, after all.
"Well that's a great fuckin' sign," he grumbled, settling slowly back into his chair and pouring a mug of cider with shaking hands. "What are the chances?"
