[ Nice trick, Hermione. Wrathion ducks as another bird swoops down toward him, growling under his breath. In the piles of earth he is moving, something -- small and crudely wrapped -- begins to be drawn up towards the surface. ]
I wasn't aiming to linger.
[ Why does everyone always seem to think he doesn't work fast enough? He's doing it as fast as he can! ]
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I wasn't aiming to linger.
[ Why does everyone always seem to think he doesn't work fast enough? He's doing it as fast as he can! ]