"Yeah, the Dragon and I go way back," said Lord Fred, casually cleaning his nails with his dagger. "We're old gambling buddies. Last time we played a round of poker, I beat his scaly ass but GOOD. But he still hasn't paid me back. He doesn't want to admit that he can't AFFORD to. It would be very embarrassing for him in Dragon circles, you know. All Dragons are supposed to be really good at collecting treasure and whatnot, but this one never paid attention to Treasure Collecting 101 in Dragon College--he was always off drooling over the Dragon-ettes and drinking beer. In fact, he's so proud, he'd much rather burn down the entire kingdom than admit he can't pay me! Hence the destruction." "So, if you can get him to pay you back without making it public, the looting and pillaging and overall meanness will stop?" said Belboz, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "You got it," said Fred. "Then stand right there." said Belboz, "and hang onto my sleeve." Fred did so, apprehensively. Then Belboz said some strange words and waved his arms around in funny gestures. There was a POOF of brilliant sparkly blue light, a sudden sense that he was falling down so fast that he would soon hit the sky, burning so hot he was freezing from the cold, etc. and WHUMPH Fred was...somewhere else. But where?
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