Sun Mote Copse Smash a vintage vase a day

Wraen knew that she had to let Pox win the third time, because otherwise he would lose interest in the game entirely. "Alright - I admit it, I peeked," she poured oil on troubled waters (because this is such a kick-ass synonym to "pacify"). "But a real dragon won't play fair either - therefore you have to be prepared for anything and be really, really, really good," she added. "Let's do it another time," she said, pulled the pelt from under her, placed it on her forepaws and rested her head on top of it. Easy for the young buck to take it away, if he sneaked at her from the right angle.