NOGARD 6: Tough Love

“Bad Nogard!” cried Cliven. “Bad!”

The Veterinary Cleric writhed on the ground, clutching his charred intestines.

Perching in the shattered window frame, the little dragon licked its lips with a serpentine tongue, flames hissing through its dilated nostrils.

Cliven wagged his finger. “Do you want me to get the muzzle?”

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