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Entry No. 2 There’s something Whiptail won’t tell me. She thinks she’s hiding it well, but I can tell she’s jumping around the topic of the next poison. Vulture wants to sell it to Blister; I overheard it myself. He said something else too, but I couldn’t make out the conversation without getting closer. Cobra definitely would’ve realized I was there if I had tried. That dragon is sharp. Vulture isn’t. That sands-for-brains didn’t realize I was there. I suppose I should be grateful. I had the perfect opportunity to kill him, but he supports Whiptail with his wealth, and other SandWings don’t exactly appreciate her. Whiptail says she didn’t need other dragons to survive. I think she needs me to survive. I’m going to convince her to leave with me soon. I’m almost six, and I will be able to carry her weight soon. I’ve been practicing a lot, and I’m plenty strong. We’ll be happy together, far, far away from the Scorpion Den.