Charlotte: Fated to the White Dragon
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“No matter what happens, I swear I won’t let ‘em find us, Druiss. I promise on my life.”
What is it talking about?
I swallow hard. “Th-they?” My chest’s pounding. Beating rapidly like a nightclub bassline.
It tilts its vulture nogging, with eyes narrowing. “The Gnoks, my dear,” it breathes silently. “Knights of the Great City. If they dare catch us, it'll be worse than death, I reckon.”
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