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You sit amongst the villagers, hearing the beating of leathery wings on the cold air.

As the descends the scene is lit by a spout of flame. The quilt is illuminated as the plated form wraps itself around the stone. A sound that has since been lost to time echoes as the spikes dig in, enraging the beast to further continue its attack.

Eventually the night goes quiet.

Tentatively, the village breathes a sigh of relief.

Return to the Inn.