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Three years before:
“No more. You’ve had enough,” Asim Kemark ordered in a stern tone.
Of course, the damn creatures ignored him. The mass of small wiggling bodies turned their heads in unison to gaze up at him with dark, soulful eyes filled with a silent plea for more food. The floor of the barn was covered with furry bodies.
If the colorful Maratts hadn’t been enough to drive him crazy, the Grombots swinging from the makeshift lines and custom playset were doing a pretty good job. He and Mandra Reykill had built dozens of the playsets for the six-legged creatures. At the moment, the Grombots were doing a pretty good job of utilizing them.
No have this problem if you let me eat them, his dragon chortled.
Don’t remind me!
“Stop! Get out of there now!” Asim shouted in dismay as he
