“Got any dragons want killing?” The Hero swung his jewelled sword.
“Not so’s you’d notice” The Landlord eyed gilt runes on the silver blade.
“Heard you did”
“Not one that wants killing. He looks after us, we looks after him.”
Yokels. Nice town though. Underfloor heating even in the street. The cellar’s trap door was warm under his boots. Its handle glowed.
“What about when he’s hungry?”
“We feeds him.”
“Many virgins here?” sniggered the hero.
“Don’t eat virgins.”
The hero was surprised: “What does he eat?”
“Nasty folk with treasure” said the Landlord, pulling the lever behind the bar.
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