Neraxis's eyes dramatically widened as he looked around.
"Huh? Where?"
"Y-Your shoulder!" Girard said, pointing at Sparky. His finger was trembling, but despite that, his guard was up.
It was almost as if he was expecting to fight here and now, but clearly, Sparky was too tame and cute to do anything to these poor demi-humans.
Or that was what Neraxis thought, when all of a sudden, he felt something warm on his shoulder.
He thought a fireball was about to be sent flying through the entire inn, but instead, he was met with holy dragon piss. In short, Sparky thought Neraxis was a litter box.
Noticing that, Celina's eyes widened as she grabbed Sparky by the tail and threw him to the other side of the inn. It seemed like he was used to such treatment as he flapped his wings right as he was about to hit the wall, suspending himself in midair and slowly flying back toward Neraxis.
