At first he thought it was a rolled up towel, but thinking that would be a very strange place to keep a rolled up towel, he cautiously circumnavigated the bed so that he was about four feet further into the room, but still far way enough from Dragonbeard to stay safe.
He bent down slightly so that his eyes were level with the top of the desk. From this angle he could see that it wasn't a rolled up towel at all. Whatever it was it was much smaller than that because its front edge didn't quite reach the top of the unit. And there was glass underneath. Ronnie could see it glinting, but the nature of it still wasn't clear.
He checked Dragonbeard again. His eyes were starting to droop and his head was starting loll. Obviously the combination of nicotine and alcohol was having a marked effect
