Sir Gadsley stroked his not inconsiderable moustache, and regarded the slumbering dragon.
Magnificent creature, really. A monstrous furnace of destruction, wrapped in adamant scales and fuelled by inexhaustible greed.
Carefully, Gadsley unwrapped the giant wand that the wizard had given him to slay the dread wyrm. He still felt dubious about this “ancient artifact”; those kind of people were not entirely reliable. One knew that from experience. Still, he may as well try the blasted thing - if he wanted the King’s reward.
He peered again at the mysterious runes etched into its hard surface:
M1 Bazooka - This End Towards Enemy
