Normally, Lawyer Ducco really enjoyed dragonback riding. The speed and manoeuvrability was exhilarating, and it usually beat any other means of transport talons down. But today he felt as if his body had been beaten with sticks and his head was ringing as if his long-dead mother had boxed his ears.
He walked into the Hall of Judgement with his robes and wig askew and his hands shaking. His clerk looked in amazement.
“Sir. What happened to you? Are you all right?”
Ducco wagged his head.
“Take my advice, lad. Never hitch a lift on a dragon with PMT.”
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