“Are you asking me if I think I can fight one guard and a group of elderly women with embroidery hooks?” “…yes?” “My lady Halla, I have fought dragons on multiple occasions.” Halla considered this. “Did you win, though?” Sarkis coughed, looking suddenly embarrassed. “Well, one time.” “What about the others?” “It was more of a draw. The point is that they were dragons, not your cousins.” Halla folded her arms. “How big is a dragon, anyway?” “What?” “I’ve never seen one. Are they rabbit-sized? Cow-sized?” “They’re dragon-sized!” he started to roar, caught himself, and continued in an angry
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