“Something’s not right!”
Peter looked down at the cigar in his hand, and he realized what the problem was. “There’s something wrong with this cigar...”
Dragon Head stayed silent and watched quietly as Peter’s eyes fluttered close. He dropped to the floor like a dead pig, while slipping into a deep sleep.
Lord Vedastus kicked Peter and said, “How did a fence-sitter like him even have the guts to come to us?”
“Well, when people have lost too much, they tend to see red,” Dragon Head answered.
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