chapter 63
"Yes, my creation, come and lift me, take your master away from these foolish monsters." The chicken skeleton seemed to become resolute and it lurched over to the skull which was perched atop a chair alongside Opal's pack. This was it, the perfect opportunity to escape. He glanced to the side, the beast remained asleep, passed out on the town Ranker's bed, a black mass of fur that filled the frame from end to end. The beast's irritating Goblin, and the clearly mentally warped sheep girl, as well as the Kobold slave were elsewhere, having found some kind of vault belonging to the Ranker. He didn't care, the important part was that all eyes were off of him. His chance had come, this was it. The chicken reached up with a pair of boney rib wings and clumsily touched at the sides of Vaush'
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