“YOU CANNOT SILENCE ME, I AM THE VOICE OF THE DRAG—” A thud and squawk as Svik’s round of cheese connected with the dragon-worshipper’s face, the man’s nose splitting, blood spraying, and he stumbled back a step, then toppled off of the cart and into the crowd. “Ach, now see what you’ve made me do,” Svik said, shaking his head.
HELPPPPPPP
