Firefly Glen the bard and the scorpion

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For a moment Goldhawk was tempted by the proposition. But while he was a friendly chap and peaceful at heart, he was also a warrior and liked a good fight. It was hard to tell how well-muscled the stranger was under all that fur, but Goldhawk decided he could take him on. Pish and tush, why should I share? he asked incredulously, still standing protectively over the (dying) rabbit. I caught the bally thing. If you want a bite, you'll have to get a few punches in first.