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Magic #111


"Sir Albrecht! Sire! A message from the Order!"

Albrecht rolled his eyes and sighed. He put down the polishing cloth and the pauldron he'd been working on.

"What is it now, boy?" He lifted a nearby goblet of wine.

"A dragon! A dragon has roosted in a monastery in the foothills. A messenger from the Order of Masterful Sepulchre arrived this morning."

Albrecht rolled his eyes again. "Probably another lizard and not a dragon."

"The messenger described it. Huge he said, black as night with enormous purple wings."

Wine sprayed across the boys face as Albrecht coughed and spluttered loudly.

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