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[ Excuse a traditional prince, sir, but you are most terrifying, large, and - for all this may seem forward for a first encounter - your scaly hide is particularly attractive.

Lir has heard of these mythical beasts before. Legend has it, they start strategically perched on the top a gold mountain, and end up on the pointy end of your sword. At some point, the hero makes a few appropriately feral noises (which Lir finds inappropriate, if traditional), the dragon burns down half the scenery, and the day is saved, thanks to the magical help decidedly not at hand.

Actually, all Lir has on hand right now are one rather thin sword and the distinct ability to stare dazedly from a few steps away. ]

I think I'm meant to slay you.

[ Mind, he doesn't sound especially sure. l