"Fine, fine, I got it. Muzzle the dragon." Pulling with a sigh, Trixa removed the belt and handed it out. The poor thing, she felt a little sorry for it, it was just a baby and if it flamed a little, well, it was learning. Honestly? She'd love a pet dragon - teach it to follow her around, light campfires for her.

Good, God, with Salome Bohemia might become a war zone.

"This was not what I had in mind when I came looking for you, just so you know."