After the Dragon born revealed himself, Smaug stepped forward from the crowd and stood before Vishnov. It was quite a tense moment as the 2 Dragon born glared at each other. " Will your friends not join you, or do they cower behind your supposed reputation?". Smaug laughed and shrugged. "Perhaps they do not see you as a threat I can not handle". Vishnov growled at such a slap to his pride. He had never encountered those he could not intimidate. The rest of us stepped out of the crowd but held back. Vishnov laughed then at such a mismatched, rag tag band of " adventurers". Several of his followers were not so amused and fell back to his side. As Vishnov stared at each of us, his laughter faded. He looked twice at my strange green cloak, Mindartis' unusual arrow points, the blade of the knife Felix wore at his side. Vishnov growled again low and angrily. My cloak is made from the under skin of the green dragon we killed, the arrow points fashioned from its scales and the knife blade, a dragons tooth finely sharpened. Vishnov drew his sword, " You all will die this day".
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