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What had she told Vignar? Trapping a dragon wasn't hard at all. And now that she had him, the negotiations began. Freedom for the opportunity to kill Alduin. To fly as the Dov did, and know the skies. Crimson eyes flickered across his snout, shifting up into those dark coals. He wasn't as powerfully built as Alduin, but this one was still a more impressive specimen than all the others she had killed. She would free him, and he would serve her purposes. It was a done deal.