<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/de/Representing_Fang_of_the_Oroborus.jpeg)</div><strong>Cassandra Kiesling/Fang of the Ouroboros</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/19abwRn2BFKdUsvUX649L3pNDwE16xa074vM_gPItv94/edit)<br/><br/>The naga wasn't there on the other side of the door, but before he get to the stairs Fang stepped out of the kitchen with a big mug of soycaffe and handed it up to him.  She gestured deeper into the apartment, into the little living room.  “Thanks for coming, tall man.  Have a sit on the couch.  I'll be right out with breakfast.”<br/><br/>The black girl giggled at the head pat.  Had she anticipated it and that was why her hat was sitting on the table now?<br/><br/>It was a double couch, high and sturdy enough for a troll.  One side of the couch faced a flat screen TV.  It had a high, comfortable back, and the other side faced the table.