Scent of Danger
The beast turned its face to them, sniffed at Andrea, and snorted full in her face.
“Part of my gift to you.” Mathin suppressed a grin as she wiped her face in disgust. “I know you’d rather have a horse, but you do need to have something to ride.”
“Tell me something, Mathin,” she asked as the beast turned its hind end in their direction, lifted its barbed tail and very deliberately farted. Andrea backed up a half dozen paces. “You guys have light sabers, laser guns and hover barges. Why don’t you just attach an engine to a barge and get rid of the stags?”
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