He hadn't really meant it at first, but the more he thought about it, the weirder it seemed.
He was convinced now that Mael Valerius was bad luck for his daughter.
I'll have to find that old Priest to check their birth charts and see what's going on.
The more he dwelled on it, the less right it felt. He spun around to find the Priest.
He'd just reached the door when his foot stopped short, remembering something.
He glanced over the crowd and suddenly said, "Oh right, we can't get revenge on the Dragon Clan for now, but we're not just going to let it go. Finn, go find a sign and write 'No Dragons or Dogs Allowed,' then hang it at the city gate."
Sure, it might piss off the Dragon Clan—but if we don't do it, I can't swallow this anger.
Everyone present couldn't help but laugh when they heard that.
Kian Sterling grinned and fished out an axe from a corner. "Carve it in nice and deep—so even when it rains, folks will still read it."
