"Good day, me lad. My name be the Duke of Winsop, a country a
far away from where we be. I don't remember seeing a young-un like
ye-self here afore. Are ye new here?" he asks. You like his
accent.
"Yes. Do you know anything about this dragon?" you say.
His smile disappeared.
"Ay, lad. I don't like speaking about such evil as that dragon.
If ye are a smart lad, ye'll stop talking about it. It ain't good for
ye, lad." With that, the Duke turned back to his wife.
You turn to a man sitting next to you. He is a big man with a smiling
face.