The Dragon arched its neck back and bellowed, flames flickering about its teeth in promise of a firestonn to come. Sam hoped it wouldn’t be quicker than the jaws. Death for death, Lofwyr had said, but the Dragon hadn’t quite meant it this way. Dying is easy; it’s the next part that gets tricky, Dog had said. Well, the next part was in other hands. Haesslich would reap what he was about to sow.