Echoes Through Time – Page 98: “Hits The Spot”

I hate getting furbolg furballs.

I hate getting furbolg furballs.

Like a boozy bloodhound Cru has sniffed-out the bar in the abandoned dwarven base within Mazthoril. Sapphira finds him drinking alone and sits down to pound some brews beside him in what’s becoming some serious personal time between the dragon-in-disguise and the dwarf who seems to be unaware of the fact he’s in the company of a giant, fire-breathing lizard.

With inhibitions dropping after every pint, and Sapphira feeling resentful for being forced by Haleh into choosing a consort, where will this situation lead?

I think you know. Giggity.

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