I jumped, and my heart hammered against the inside of my chest. Thoughts flashed through my mind – I should have been more careful, and, of course I’m not the only one that’s going to be checking out the Tooth’s abandoned office – but then I turned, and, sitting behind his desk, lounging in his office chair as though he lived in a different world from rumors and rumors, sat Fang the murloc, a cigar clamped in his toothy mouth. He was smaller than I expected. [link]
Artist: Daclat