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Cries and shrieking voices like birdspeech broke out all around The sounds were kind of a pidgin Drakine mixed with clucks and hoots and croaks, a janized the dragon-narook cracker works bakka still, ptuck! Dragon-dropper, yak?"
"Yak! Cluck-glug! We braaak NooMoahk! Chukku-na"
"Nip! Nip! Dulg on-she!"
"Nie-hruss, ventwipe"
The h eyes incapable of focus, but she felt rather easy about it So fixed about her snout She smelled a hot ons by pouring hot lead in their nostrils and other horrible hominid tricks, but she felt oddly co to her
One eye focused and she saw a heavy leather band, studded and reinforced with hot rivets, stuck about her nose
A bent-over shape, ale plates and spines and bits of creepily soft-looking flesh showing beneath and violet eyes brighter than any wildflower she’d ever seen stepped forward It supported itself on a curved stick studded hat looked like hatchling teeth
She heard a clattering above and rolled one eye up Some cave above, with false cave-wall broken away
A trap She’d stuck her head right in
Other houe in the dark, not quite so curled up but still bent, with legs that stuck out sideways and up more like spiders than men, rushed here and there with lines and chains
"Ye speak to Paskinix, dragon," the creature said For a e it spoke
"I’ve lived four generations, dragon, four!" it continued to her in co off a piece of raw and bloody goat-haunch with teeth like broken rocks, "waiting for another crack at NooMoahk Didn’t expect that greased projection and the undermined crack when ye climbed down the shaft, did ye? Well, thy recklessness cost ye a wing Thy Tyr thought he’d sneak in the back door after bashing in the front, eh?"
Wistala couldn’t have responded if she’d wanted, since the band was fixed too firons called theh, wasn’t it? His Drakine was odd Either he didn’t know proper word order and emphasis or he’d picked up so, which Wistala decided must be a de one, and certainly no dwarf--straightened, supported by its toothy prop
"Aye, ye’ve driven otten corner of the higher darks" It grew aniestured "Trading bits of glass for a goat-riffaran Ney more sulfur-soaks for Paskinix, thanks on thy cursed sisterhood And yon Tyr, acting all lofty and deotiate," Paskinix said "Well, I’ll let hiame, ye can be sure"
He looked up and down her uninjured wing as other de abominable about her hindquarters and hiccupped out a feords
"Ney eggs co, eh? Well, bad for us," Paskinix said
Wistala found the strength to s the drool accuan to feel a little better in body--but e against dragons that she knew nothing of--
She heard a grating sound and a sort of sculpture of metal and wheels like a cart--but all backwards, for the wheels were at the top, spinning as uselessly as an overturned turtle’s legs--was dragged up next to her by the deloves thrust a sort of bright two-headed spear at her and
Kzzzzzt!
Her whole body ju secured without her willing it, and consciousness faded--rather pleasantly--to the sound of the old dee, AuRon would have never found the place