[Well, hey, Albert always has had a knack for being right.]
A Viking.
[And he is literally half a second away from heaping another barrage of unpleasantness on top of that, when suddenly — wait, what is this...what. What is it. It's like some kind of miniature lizard in desperate need of dental work...
He casts a glance at the Poochyena following him; oddly, she doesn't seem particularly threatened by this thing, whatever it is, and animal instincts are usually pretty reliable when it comes to predators, so...huh. What the hell.
Clearly he should find a stick and poke it or something. Too bad there aren't any sticks within arm's reach.
Meanwhile, nagging in the back of his mind, he recalls Cooper saying something about dragons...
Action!
A Viking.
[And he is literally half a second away from heaping another barrage of unpleasantness on top of that, when suddenly — wait, what is this...what. What is it. It's like some kind of miniature lizard in desperate need of dental work...
He casts a glance at the Poochyena following him; oddly, she doesn't seem particularly threatened by this thing, whatever it is, and animal instincts are usually pretty reliable when it comes to predators, so...huh. What the hell.
Clearly he should find a stick and poke it or something. Too bad there aren't any sticks within arm's reach.
Meanwhile, nagging in the back of his mind, he recalls Cooper saying something about dragons...
...oh, hell no.]
This thing is yours?