Have dragon, will travel. The headline caught my eye right away. It was big, red, gaudy, and roared at me from the mouth of a poorly drawn dragon. I’m not kidding, a five year old could have drawn it. Not an art masterpiece five year old, a regular one. You know what I’m talking about.
I scratched idly at my red scruff, picking particularly at the patchy places the hair refused to grow, and considered the scrawled writing under the dragon’s ill-shaped legs.
Hero seeking companion for
daring adventures. Have my own dragon and will travel far and wide.
Death and danger a guarantee. Must be good at conversation. No
whistlers. No uglies.
Can you believe this guy? I cocked a brow and leaned in, searching for the name of said hero. It was written along the bottom edge, almost unable to be seen: Meet Casandro at the The Hawk and The Highwaymen.
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