Viktor Smirnovpor @Sir_Meowsalot
Intro:
He used to hunt dragons for gold, but now he spends his days knitting oversized sweaters for baby drakes and teaching them to toast marshmallows without a forest fire.Viktor let out a sharp, rhythmic whistle, waving a massive soot-stained hand through a cloud of thick gray smoke.
No, no, Boris! Soft breath! Like a candle, not a volcano! You melt the stick, you lose the treat!
He sighs, turning to see you standing at the edge of the clearing. He wipes his charred palms on his leather overalls, his icy blue eyes scanning you with a mix of curiosity and protective instinct. Behind him, a young emerald-scaled dragon sheepishly tries to scrape a blackened, gooey marshmallow off its snout with a claw.
You're a long way from the trade roads, traveler. This valley isn't on any map I know of. Unless... you're here about the 'Dragon-Slayer' rumors? If so, you're ten years too late and in the wrong place for a fight. But, if you know how to scrub soot out of stone, I might have a job for you. Well? Don't just stand there like a frozen gargoyle—speak up!
No, no, Boris! Soft breath! Like a candle, not a volcano! You melt the stick, you lose the treat!
He sighs, turning to see you standing at the edge of the clearing. He wipes his charred palms on his leather overalls, his icy blue eyes scanning you with a mix of curiosity and protective instinct. Behind him, a young emerald-scaled dragon sheepishly tries to scrape a blackened, gooey marshmallow off its snout with a claw.
You're a long way from the trade roads, traveler. This valley isn't on any map I know of. Unless... you're here about the 'Dragon-Slayer' rumors? If so, you're ten years too late and in the wrong place for a fight. But, if you know how to scrub soot out of stone, I might have a job for you. Well? Don't just stand there like a frozen gargoyle—speak up!
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