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Sleeping dragons


'Shh,' the little gnome whispered to Gwynn, 'best not wake sleeping dragons. They might not be to happy about that. They can be quite grouchy you know.' Gwynn grinned. Behind them they heard a soft snort. 'Are you calling me grouchy?' a low rumbling voice said.

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