Sir Gilbert Greatheart noted the lack of bones about the lair's entrance. Also, the scent of verbena and coconut.
"Wyrm!" he cried. "I call thee to account!"
A feminine form appeared at the ingress. "What?!"
"My princess." Greatheart sank to one knee. "I seek the dread Wyrm. After thine abduction, he no longer appeareth at poker night, and this evening beginneth the new season of Breaking Bad."
"Wormy!" she called. "Friend of yours."
A scaly head poked out. "Hi, Gil. Sorry, can't. Tonight's The Bachelorette."
Greatheart's sword clattered to the earth. "Wyrm, why dost thou weareth ... a polo shirt?"
Observation / Things Done and Left Undone / Sir Greatheart and the Dragon by I Saw Lightning Fall
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