"That I'm an ugly chimera, with horrible dragon traits?" ...Actually, I think you look beautiful..." Melissa admitted,shrugging her shoulders. "I mean... You're part dragon! And I've alwaysloved dragons, so-" In what tree-forsaken world would someone love dragons!?" Lonnademanded, spinning around to face Melissa at last. "Maybe that's finein your confusing little world, where guys want to be treated likegirls, but here? In Mistina? Dragons are bad. They're horrible. They'reevil. And I'm descended. "I think I'd like to go to sleep now." One second." I gestured to Alistair to stay, and slipped out of the room, finding Anders sitting on his bunk, expression somewhat ... smug."Anders, I want to talk more later – tomorrow, maybe – but can I have one of those sleeping potions?He rummaged in his pack and handed me a small vial. "Trouble sleeping?" It's not for me. Thanks."He nodded knowingly and I headed back into Theron's room. "Drink this." He looked about to object, but I put my finger on. "The text I received indicated he is being released before noon, and all considering, I'm OK," I replied.When Margie finished I had a short butch hair cut. After a wash with something special I could no longer smell the burnt hair.The text messages had been coming in one after another while I was in the chair. Many of them were from friends inquiring about my condition. The most important one was from Jenny, "Investigation to start in the office meeting room at one. County and State detectives. When I complained they said they didn’t have any refrigerated trucks available.”No wonder we were all fucking sick: HQ was doing a number on us! I ordered, “Come on John, we’re going to have a talk with Colonel Maggie.”We walked into Colonel Maggie’s office and she said, “I wondered when you would get here, you’re a little late.”I looked at Colonel Maggie and said, “Sir! John might not be to blame for the poor quality of the food since HQ has been doing a number on us. They are shipping the.