Rolan and Tarn shared a look, shaking their heads with a laugh as they started jogging toward another area where an Alpha-level Cretaceous beast had been spotted.
"Hey, don't sweat it," Slagor called after them. "I know a dragon's a long shot, but look at the buffet we've got right here. You two getting any ideas?"
His question made Rolan and Tarn stop in their tracks. A slow grin spread across their faces.
"So," Slagor said, catching up to them. He pulled out a taming collar, tossing it lightly in his hand. The leather was worn smooth from how often he'd handled it, waiting for this exact moment. "How about we make this a joint operation?"
He raised an eyebrow. "Don't tell me you two didn't cash in your points for one of these at the Horde vault."
As if on cue, Rolan and Tarn produced their own taming collars, their eyes burning with the same hungry ambition as Slagor's.
"Heh… alright, boys," Slagor boomed, clapping them both on the shoulders. "It's open season!"
