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WOLFE
Wolfe rolls his eyes at Fares, dancing like a common fool. Like a country boy. With a country boy.
He sips his ale and flips the page of his Histories. He has learned something new:
Most prize-winning Champions lie in wait in topmost lairs, and slay the Fire Scales going there. Not the young bucks that take to the skies – long-coddled babes that will mate and make new lairs and new litters midway down the mountain. They are the beasts everyone gathers to see. But they’re not the most-easily slain, according to the Histories.
No, it takes a team to slay a young Fire Scale, and even then, it’s impossible – or nearly so. But the old Fire Scales, beasts which have seen an Emerging already, they will be ripe for the slaying.
The ones which have seen two Emergings won’t fly
