never will i speak ill of a wyverian again . any wyverian . '' rhamalli folded his wing back against his side and re-hooked his wing talon to the lip of the rock outcropping he had been gripping . he nodded solemnly to the dwarf , as if rescuing falling dwarves were a daily occurrence . narrowing his eyes until they were back to being slits , rhamalli returned to his meditation , although this time he devoted a little more of his attention to keeping an eye on the
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