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Dragon: Drop that Icon!

Draco was beside himself with rage. The young woman was
obliged to leap over his thrashing tail several times as it twitched
uncontrollably.
“Those crooks!” he howled. “I’ll rampage and riot! I’ll tear this
district apart until nothing is left but a ruble’s worth of rubble! Trick
Draco, will they? I’ll show those sanctimonious painting-doctors I’m
no dragon to trifle with!”
“Oh, I really don’t think you should let anyone know about this,”
said Mikhaila, raising her voice to be heard. “In my experience,
nobody has any sympathy for the injured party in these cases: after
all, you did get them at considerable discount, did you not? Caveat
emptor, your fellow reptiles will smugly say. And then snicker behind
your back, making you the laughingstock of dragondom while they
congratulate themselves—undeservedly—on their own superior
talents. No, it is much better not to advertise the fact. Not when
there are other ways to deal with it.”

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