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Message: <blockquote data-quote="BoldItalic" data-source="post: 7153788" data-attributes="member: 6777052">You drive a hard bargain <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" />The village of Norton Fitzwarren was dominated by an ancient hilltop fort surrounded by earthen ramparts. When Cholmondeley rode into the village to call at the manor house and pay his respects to the baron, there was panic. Not so much because of him, but because a dragon was busy occupying the hilltop fort and no-one down in the village knew what to do about it. Some were at the local temple demanding that the gods send them a knight, preferably in shining armour, to do battle with the beast; when Cholmondley turned up out of the blue, he was automatically assumed to be the one that the gods had sent. No-one was in the slightest bit interested in his search for a lady without her knife because short of finding one and feeding her to the dragon, it wasn't of pressing interest. He found himself riding up the hill to confront the dragon, urged on my a mob with pitchforks that was, however, keeping a safe distance behind him."Here we go again," grumbled Harrington.The dragon's name was Flora. She was quite flattered by the attention and invited Cholmondeley in for tea. He explained the nature of his quest and Flora thought it sounded interesting and offered to accompany him on his adventures. She polymorphed herself into a fair damsel riding a white palfrey and they went together down the other side of the hill, away from the village, leaving the villagers wondering what had happened. In later years, legends grew up that both knight and dragon had disappeared under the ground where they could still be heard doing battle on windy afternoons of you listened in the right way.On the road northwards ...</blockquote>

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