“That’s a basilisk!” Prince Touchy-Feely shouted. “Thank you, Manual for Field Identification of Magical Creatures,” Steffen drawled. “Have any other useful tidbits to share?” “It’s poisonous, and there’s no way we can outrun it,” said Straight-Nosed Twin. Smashed-Nose Twin flung a dagger at it, which bounced off the scales of its back. “Seems like it’s impervious to blades.” He scratched his broken nose as he peered at the hissing creature. “The softest scales are on its underbelly,” Prince Touchy-Feely said. “Aim there.”
