The dragon was small, so we put it in a bottle, put the bottle on the shelf, and shut the door. We left the little dragon in darkness, alone on a shelf, trapped in a bottle, and he grew.
The dragon owns the castle now, where he slithers and slides in the darkness. It’s yours for the killing, the castle and the lands.
But be warned, the dragon’s quite large. He can’t be fit back in his bottle, and it seems to suit his humor to capture adventurers, like you, and keep them in his hoard, keep them in bottles.
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