For some reason, the cute frog aesthetic of this dom has inspired me to make a little rhyme.
Tracker's busy counting down
the dragons sent to Icewarden town.
Exalting leads to massive profits,
better to line the plagueling's pockets.
She stumbles into a commotion;
knocking over a red potion.
The crowd's excited, looking 'round
for froggy footsteps, up and down.
"Weapons for henry!" a Coatl chants.
a Tundra waves some poisonous plants.
"What did you bring him? Let's all see."
Tracker pauses, then agrees.
A broken bottle? An ebon spear?
That sharp spikey thing in winter gear?
A sharpened scythe, an ancient knife?
There's so many ways to end a life...
Sickle claws, Tracker decides,
The bane of exalters far and wide.
A tiny frog may not look much
But even dragons fear spiky lunch.