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Events of the 17th of Slate.
"CAPTAIN!" shouted BurnedToast, bursting through the door to his office.
"Burnedtoast." replied the Captain, calmly. "Surely it could only be good news bringing you here so late in the day, and with such vigour."
The Captain was clearly attempting dry wit.

BurnedToast, however, was too preoccupied to notice.
"No, sir! It's a dragon!"
"Another one?"
"YES!"
"Does it look friendly?" asked the Captain, standing.
"No, sir! It looks hungry!"
"I take it you've alerted everyone?"
"Of course! This one is named Lor Naughtybows!"
"Why on earth is she named that?" asked Captain Ironblood, vaguely puzzled.
"I don't know, sir, but she's famed for slaughtering a dozen human families!"
"Rather different than coming here." mused the Captain, taking up his axe, mounted on his office wall between two dragon skulls.
"She's a big one, though, sir. One of the strongest we've ever heard tell of! Certainly the strongest who has ever come here!"

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