Let us squeeee.

One evening earlier in the week, I received a magical scroll from The Lady Near the Sound, inquiring whether I would care to accept a very special boon. Shocked, I could but affirm my desire and Address of the Shipping. There was evening and there was morning, the first day.

Next I received a notice from Fed of Ex announcing a imminent & arrival. Panic set in. I must prepare the lair. I must actually built the vent insert. I must go to my day job and earn magic coins! The Lady Near the Lake provided a long scroll with much wisdom and magic. There was evening and there was morning, the second day.

Fed of Ex arrived and helped me transfer the holy hand grenades of Antioch mighty Burninator, Trogdor by name, to its new lair. The Pusher of buttons rejoiced and carefully set up Trogdor’s throne. But the winds of Mercia did not blow favorably across the land. Nay, for every one of Trogdor’s mighty breaths were returned into his lair. The Mistress of the Keep was none too pleased, and forbade Trogdor to breathe again until the heavenly scent of carbonized Maple has abated from the abode. There was evening and there was morning, the third day.

Trogdor happy upon his perch…

Trogdor smiles and reveals his pristine palate, never touched by Earthly foods…

Trogdor favorites us with a measurably small gift!

The quest will continue anon, as the Squire searches the land to find rare and potent cures for dragon reflux, for only then will Trogdor be allowed to breathe again.

The story will continue once the Squire completes this quest. And there will be much rejoicing!