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In a cave in the mountains, there lived a dragon named Alastor. Alastor was a tall, thin dragon with crimson red scales and a softer red underbelly, two small black deerlike antlers poking from his head, black claws, black plates running down his back and leathery red and black wings. His huge eyes were soft red with blood red sclerae and he wore a red-glass monocle over his right eye. This morning, the dragon had just woken up and was stretching his limbs as he yawned, his wings unfurling and flapping a bit. “Ooh, what a great night’s sleep. I feel like I could take on an army of knights.” RUMBLE RUMBLE Alastor’s stomach growled loudly, the sound echoing off the cave walls. The dragon laughed and rubbed his hungry belly. “After a good breakfast, of course. Hm, what am I craving this morning? Perhaps I could fly up to the highlands and see if some foolish young shepherd left his sheep unsupervised. Or maybe there’s a tower by the villages where a damsel in distress needs