[ Arthur would very much like to question the wisdom of running in front of the face of an angry dragon, but then he’s no dragonslayer. They don’t really have the time for it, anyway, as the dragon looks between both men, weighing its options in a way that Arthur finds unsettling.
So focused is he on the wyrm, that he almost doesn’t hear the question directed at him. In spite of himself, he feels a slight twinge of disappointment that his earlier feat of sharpshooting went unnoticed. ]
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So focused is he on the wyrm, that he almost doesn’t hear the question directed at him. In spite of himself, he feels a slight twinge of disappointment that his earlier feat of sharpshooting went unnoticed. ]
Quite, I think. You have an idea?