Sun Mote Copse Private Citizen

"Sounding is up to you entirely - think of, how do you want to impress a bunch of little Blackthorns," Wraen left the sound effects for Colt to figure out. Surely a man of his age could play with his voice-box just enough to get out the otherwordly and heathenly sounds that were necessary for becoming a fire breathing beast.

"However, we need to think more about a disguise - those kids will guess that you are no real dragon, if you do not dress up," she told him, giving him an up and down look, making mental measurements and calculations, as she did this. "I say that some mud caking and frosting with leaves and ferns could do the trick? Of course, I can't promise that your wife won't sack you from the den afterwards."