"So, are we going to address the rampaging feral dragon in the room or nah?" One of the Axbridge Generals asked once Dominic was gone to inform the others of the situation.
"Nope." Colonel Wilkes replied calmly.
"Seriously, I don't think that he knows. Someone needs to tell him."
"Don't you dare. Look how happy he was when he realized there were no more Dagos soldiers to fight." Wilkes countered.
"He ripped a man's head off with his bare hands when he ran out of mortars."
Wilkes shrugged. "Messy, but effective. I seem to recall you cutting a Hobgoblin's head off while it was standing over you."
The General smiled, then wrinkled his nose at the smell of Goblin blood.
"You know, I used to think that the whole 'Butcher of Wistover' thing was just a propaganda joke. But something definitely set him off in the middle of the battle. During the first half, he seemed quite rational." The General noted.
