Precisely, and a dragon might also be referred to as a..."
"Alright, you've made your point. A serpent. Jees, why can't a guy just bury his head in the sand and have his problems go away for once," Chris complained.
Where's the fun in that?" Arvil took back the old book and glanced at the passage for what must be the seventh or eighth time that day. "We haven't even gotten to the good part yet. The real kicker is; 'Lo the children of that blessed union are the sacrament of a new age. Their blood, the communion. My kind will walk in the sun again.' What do you make of that?"
"I have no f*****g idea," Chris grumbled.
"That's not entirely true," Lillian chimed in. "Weren't you planning to tell Reyla about what we discussed last night? Shouldn't Arvil know as well?"
"Know what?" both
