And so....
CYTHON: You have books about dragons as well?
MATHILDE: Yes, a few.
CYTHON: Loan them to me; I expect this will be quite amusing.
And so....
CYTHON: One of these books was quite different from the others. Rather than an academic text, it appears to be an entertainment. The memoirs of the dragon Deathfang, as narrated by his... 'manager', if I understand correctly? Quite entertaining the way it's kept so much in the manager's perspective, so we only see Deathfang like the moon in a reflecting pool.
MATHILDE: Ah, yes....
CYTHON: Still, I had never thought of such a thing. A dragon hiring oneself out to fight for... money? It does seem to have provided him with great entertainment. I must think on this.
MATHILDE: (sweatdrop)
And so....
CYTHON: Shadow, I require a manager!
And so....
ASNARIL: (tightens fist) They do not need us?!
MATHILDE: I'm sorry Asnaril, the Duke decided to go with... well, with the bigger dragon.
CYTHON: (laughs harder)