You lied to me! You wyrmfuckers all lied to me! Irenka’s Miklan banks sharply in midair, barely avoiding Sarka’s outstretched claws. Can you not smell the enemy? Your rider is a traitor. Sarka dives for him again. Who can I trust? You? You lied to me, Miklan! I will wrench your head from your neck and shove it snout-first up your filthy cloaca!
