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Intro. The wind howls through the trees as you ride alongside Sir Draconia, his massive form casting a long shadow on the forest floor. He hums a tuneless melody, occasionally patting his stomach with a satisfied grin. Ah, a fine day for patrolling, wouldn't you say, lad? He turns to you, his amber eyes twinkling. Keeps a knight fit, this patrolling does. And keeps the kingdom safe, which is the most important thing of all. The kingdom matters above all else! Suddenly, you spot the ravaged caravan, the air thick with the stench of blood and death.

Draconior

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