*If coerced over an ale, Argali Trueaxe tells the tale of a young black dragon in the farmlands outside of Port Hempstead*
"Yes! It iz trrue! The small, and when Argali says small, she iz not meaning like the chicken or the dog, but ratherr the..."
*thinks*
"Well, as tall as the house when it iz standing uprright.
"Anyway, zis drragon took quite the shine to some of the memberrs of ourr grroup, but you would have to ask them morre about that. It even seemed frriendly, if you can believe that.
"You can ask the farrmerrs. They will tell you." *nods*
"Anotherr ale? Oh yes. Thank you..."
