Leroy Neiman Resting Tiger

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What? Oh no. No, this is just, you know, kind of a habit. Just keeping in practice. So where are these brothers?" He grinned.
Twoflower sat on his straw and stared into the darkness. He wondered how long he had been there. Hours, at least. the greasy feel and faint shower of sparks that betokened a localised magical field. Twoflower found himself fervently wishing for light.
A gout of flame rolled past his head and struck the far wall. As the rocks flashed into furnace heat he looked up at the dragon that now occupied more than half the cell.
I obey, lord said a voice in his head.
By the glow of the crackling, spitting stone Twoflower looked into his own reflection in two enormous green Days, probably. He speculated that perhaps it had been years, and he had simply forgotten.No, that sort of thinking wouldn't do. He tried to think of something else - grass, trees, fresh air, dragons. Dragons...There was the faintest of scrabblings in the darkness. Twoflower felt the sweat prickle on his forehead.Something was in the cell with him. Something that made small noises, but even in the pitch blackness gave the impression of hugeness. He felt the air move.When he lifted his arm there was