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The two men just stared at the icecube somemore. They had traveled fast to the little island as soon as word came about the woman frozen in ice. Now they stood puzzled.

"Why is she dressed in all that fancy stuff? She always hated all that." Mish-Rak commented. Tijir just shook his head in disbeif. "She is dead. This is bad news indeed. We should tell Queen Simoriah as soon as possible.".

Mish-Rak stood amazed. "Could have been King Lockheart - never trusted that Bastid! Or maybe it was a Cardania wide consipiracy, I see dragon tracks all around, maybe all the Dragons got together and killed her!".

Tijir slapped his old pal on the back. "Every dragons a bastid eh?". Mish-Rak blushed looking at his dragon friend. Tijir then pounced upon Mish-Raks horse and ate it whole.

"DANG! You are a Bastid!" Mish-Rak yelled.

Tijir smiling, offered Mish-Rak a ride on his back, they would fly home.

And as they took off, leaving Solitaire to rest in peace in her bed of ice, Tijir turned to his companion and said, "Sheesh bud, packing in the pasta these days?". Then they both laughed.

It all felt okay.

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