“Your world was founded because men slew dragons, defended the people. You are the last of that tradition, worthy of the name dragonslayer for your deed—”
“I seek no honors for my betrayal,” interrupted the knight.
“I know, but you are worthy. This last duty may give you your desire. There is one dragon left.”
“Yes,” said the knight, drawing out the syllable, “but it slumbers. I dare not wake it.”
“But would you guard it? Will you captain that guard and teach the old ways? Will you ready us for the return of a horror we can’t understand?”
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