Most of the stories you hear about dragons are fodder for fools.
I do not care what comes after; I have seen the dragons on the wind of morning.
That’s an Elf. A Unicorn is a thousand times worse. An Elf you can reason with.
He has long hair like a woman,” one of Sigmar’s sons blathered
Are ya glad to see me, or is that a roll of poker chips in your pants?
We will carry your message. May your swords stay sharp,” said Brom.”And yours.
There’s a feat tonight! There’ll be dancing.””A feast?” Kachka asked. “Who are we sacrificing?
They wanted me to sit, listen, learn, be quiet, when I wanted to run, shout, jump, fly.