Wisdom of the Flight
as told by Alador Guldalian
Keensight sat back and lifted his large head. "Let me tell you of a young dragon who had amassed his first hoard. In the hoard, that he had painstakingly worked to accumulate, there was a beautiful crown."
Alador grinned. "You mean that he stole?"
Keensight huffed, and a puff of smoke bellowed from both nostrils. "Let me tell the story, and do not interrupt to split fences."
"You mean split hairs," laughed Alador.
"Why would anyone split a hare when you can gobble it whole?" Keensight mused, then waved a talon at Alador. "Quiet down and let me tell the story. Now where was I? Oh yes. There was a beautiful crown..."