City of Light: Chapter 40
“one hell of a draconic tail plug.” arcturus sighed, “i don’t think that’s what it is.” “it _is_ what we’re looking for.” shandalar spoke in reverence, procuring a leatherbound tome and her familiar floating quill. “that?”
Shadows move in pairs
tails plugged his nose as they wondered around the hallway. finding rouge would have to be a miracle in this house. it was so big...and confusing.