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"Right? Right?" Wraen picked up the displeased tone of her eager listener and played her role so well that she even managed to roll her eyes in a believable way. "I told him right away that I can't vouch for all Finwoods, but Pox, especially, will get ve-e-e-ery angry and that he will kick the dragon's a... bum-side, if something happens to either me or the presents," she went on with the tale with such a confident ease that it was hard to believe that it was not true.

"That guy did not believe me - he devoured the toys and was about to devour me as well, only I jumped from his nest and he managed only to chuck out a hole in my coat here," she beckoned to the side of her chest, where her winter coat had already thinned considerably and the skin was visible underneath. "But we cannot let this happen another time, can we?" she looked seriously at the boy. "We must teach him a lesson."