[James spits a hiss at him before slinking down to the water's edge, now more interested in the fish he was promised than winning an argument. He could go dig up his gold when the rains passed. If it was still there. If dragons like the ore-eaters were scouting the planes looking for fights, who knows?]
You're still a cabbage.
[He sits and bends up his neck in a tight S formation and he waits for a fish to swim by.]
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You're still a cabbage.
[He sits and bends up his neck in a tight S formation and he waits for a fish to swim by.]