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<span style="font-family: 'georgia'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #9D612B">IF YOU LOVE ME<br/>
WON'T YOU LET ME KNOW?</span></span></span>​</div><br/><span style="font-size: 9px"><span style="color: #544A41"><span style="font-family: 'georgia'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="color: #9D612B">Although a part of her was certain her story had been convincing enough,</span></span></span> Sbatarra couldn't help but cringe and hold up both hands to shield her face, fearing a fatal blast from the dragon's breath.  When no such breath came, and only words of rage out of pity for her situation left the dragon's mouth, Sbatarra let her arms drop, thankful that she hadn't just doomed herself with being honest for once in her life.  <span style="color: #9D612B">"Thank you for the thought, at any rate,"</span> she said, nodding slowly as she brought herself up to her feet, dusting off her legs and rear of any stray strands of grass that might have clung to her.  <span style="color: #9D612B">"If I ever find myself in the neighborhood, needing a dragon's assistance, you'll be the first to know,"</span> she said jokingly, offering a casual wave goodbye to the two bronze dragons.  Despite the complete and utter terror of encountering such a powerful beast, she felt good about herself, and good about the whole situation.<br/>
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But now was not the time for such sentiment.  She had to continue to Burland Castle, before she found herself gobbled up by an angrier dragon, or stepped on by any more giants.</span></span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: right"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"><span style="font-size: 22px"><a class="externalLink" href="http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=454315" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">*</a></span></span>​</div><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>