"I didn't know you have a poetic heart," said the boy as he was reading the title of their next chapter. "The Deadman's lament? You mean Deathsong? Why don't we choose a little safer dragon?"

"Grim Gnasher," answered the girl. "And before you protest, let me explain. Yes, they sing. And they're natural part of ecosystem, just like wasps or vultures. Now, grab your bag, we're leaving."

"You mean we're heading to Valhalla," muttered the boy. "And that only in case we die by fighting them, not running."

"Stop being so negative. Their intelligence and pack system are quite interesting."