The moment the talk turned to that fresh batch of Snail-Dragons just brought in, the dead fat man Nico lit up all over, no end of money-making notions turning over and over in his head, slow to settle.
"Fat man, don't go getting crooked ideas about the Snail-Dragons. After Her Majesty takes the throne, she means to announce them publicly—a near-free public mount built for the Horde's common folk, a deeply important system. That's Her Majesty's own achievement. Touch it and you die." Kadir's eyes went wide, his look grave past measure.
