#swamp dragon

Vimes pulled a scrap of paper toward him. He looked at the notes he’d made yesterday,

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Vimes looks over the notes that he made regarding the dragon. While Errol feasts on anything he can get his claws on.

In my mind, this is one of the first signs of Vimes’s transition from town drunk to, well, Vimes.

I like how the composition of this turned out, but at the same time, I think this would be on the top of my list of pictures to do over… I really screwed up Vimes’s crossed legs.

The dragons exchanged glances. Then, one by one, they lay down carefully on the floor and put their paws over their eyes.

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Errol had been taken back to the dragon pens to recover. There he finishes rearranging his internal organs and is ready to fight the king of Ankh Morpork.

Not much to say about this one beyond that I’m happy with how the pens turned out. The only downside is with the angle I was using, it was hard to show the dragons hiding the way the text describes.