Sheridan blinked, his head raised at Petro's voice waiting a moment for the horse to come into focus again before he spoke.
"I don't remember you hitting that hard last time."
There was a snort of laughter and a smile (so much as a dragon snout can show a smile). He of course felt no grudge against Petro, his friend had done as he asked, and for that Sheridan was grateful, clearly he had gone to the right man for help.
THIS IS HALLOWEEN
WHERE IT IS ALWAYS HALLOWEEN (and sometimes exams)
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