Jackal

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Jackal stepped out from the shadow of the maple, flicking his tail slowly as he walked towards the tavern. He was planning on getting a drink, then perhaps playing a few Spirit matches with some of the other dragons. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a female Banescale walking towards him, her head dipped as she looked at him with her gleaming blue eyes.
"Is it done?" She said, her neck spikes rustling. "Thoroughly," Jackal replied, flicking his wings back.
"I don't expect you'll have any trouble with that Wildclaw anymore." He said, chuckling.
"Good." The Banescale replied, narrowing her eyes slightly.
"And the coins?" Jackal asked, snaking his payment into the conversation. "Of course." She said, and she flicked the bag of coins across the floor at him. "The amount you requested." She said, lashing her tail slightly as if irritated by the cost.
Jackal picked up the bag, counting the coins. "If you need me again, send a message through the Verhexen. You know how to find us. Not that I'll come running, mind you." He said slyly.
"I'll keep it in mind." She said. As she left, Jackal exchanged Spirit cards with a few of the other dragons before he flicked his tail thoughtfully, considering a possibility, and walked out of the tavern. After all, what's one more dead dragon in the world?

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