Snippet #2573868

Arneth pulled a handful of snakes from his side coat pocket and placed them in the table. The ball of writhing serpents slowly flattened out as each snake hurried for safety. Arneth wrested his hands on the table, grabbing and releasing the snakes as if be were running his fingers through a river. The snakes bore vicious fangs that failed to tear into his skin.

"You've got snakes now, last time you weren't this determined for snakes. If I were here to kill you, I would have done it before sitting down. It's good to see a familiar face. What are you up to these days? Still got that ship and your crew?"