“Scratch Left”

With a deep, rumbling sigh, Galvhar went to the Flamer site. With several muttered groans, she quickly set up a profile. Then she started searching. But after five minutes, all she had seen were dragonbros posing with their meager hoards or in front of burnt suits of armor.

Uttering a mild curse, she set her phone down and curled up on her own hoard. She would just go by herself to her brother’s elevation to Quintus Ignis, her mother be damned.

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