Fumiko Miura

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neck so as to speak directly into my Fumiko Miura gallery ear, no matter how I turned it. "Yes, Master," was all I could say. He turned me over to my back, covered me, and let me sleep. The next morning the dragons did not immediately break camp, but instead set V'heress, the magus, to watch the slaves while they held a combat practice. I sat up in the wagon to watch as Syrin drove them harshly through their paces, and most of them threw angry stares in my direction for bringing his anger onto them. He drilled them for an hour and a half before leaving them to spar amongst themselves, coming over to me. He went through the usual precautions a slaver would go through when transporting; undoing the hobbles so I could walk, attaching a heavy chain leash to my Fumiko Miura gallery collar, and manacling my hands behind my Fumiko Miura gallery back. Syrin hoisted me into the air with one arm, setting me down on my Fumiko Miura gallery hooves, and walked me into the practice area. He drove a long metal spike into the ground and chained my Fumiko Miura gallery leash to it, so I had about twenty feet of radius in which to walk. Then he "Stretch out and warm up, slave. Now we have some time to see how good you really are," Syrin ordered. I complied, watching my odds. I was still wearing the bridle, so it would be very hard to use any of my Fumiko Miura gallery magical powers. If I killed Syrin, the dragonmage would ...(cont.)

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