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The dragon slowly opens its eyes and raises its long, serpentine neck, looking down at you with an unyielding gaze. It doesn’t seem particularly hostile—for now—watching you as a gourmand might inspect an exotic curiosity served on their plate.
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You try to convince it of your peaceful intentions, and a sort of smile spreads across its wide mouth lined with sharp fangs. The dragon chuckles:
“Ah! Ah! Ah! You really have no luck. Perhaps, under normal circumstances, I might have granted you a brief conversation before devouring you. However, I really don’t have the time today.”
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