I agree with you 100%. Very well said.

You are welcome . Glad I could help

There you go

I was thinking the same thing

I Meditate It clears the mind

Dude i don't think that was a rock. It sounds like a dog dropping to me

very interesting and well written.

Welcome And good luck you will need it

Be careful

Thank you for the ale Boromir That was just what i needed. And I will be sure to tell All my friends about this fine tavern. But for now I must go. But I shall return later. Good day sir

It is a pleasure to meet you Boromir. This is a nice inn I shall have to visit this place often

Now I shall sing the tale from the dragons point of view


Now, I am a dragon. Please listen to me.
For I'm misunderstood to a dreadful degree.
This ecology needs me and I know my place.
But I'm fighting extinction with all of my race.

Well, I came to this village to better my health
Which is ever so poor, despite all my wealth.
But I get no assistance and no sympathy,
Just impertinent questioning shouted at me.
Yes, virgins taste better than those who are not.
But my favorite snack mixed with peril is fraught.
For my teeth will decay and my trim go to pot.
Yes, virgins taste better than those who are not.
Well, I'm really quite kind almost all through the year.
Vegetarian ways are now mine out of fear.
But a birthday needs sweets as I'm sure you'll agree.
And barbecued wench tastes like candy to me

As it happens our interests are almost the same.
You see I'm really quite skillful at managing game.
If I ate just your men, would your excess decline?
Of course not, the rest would just make better time.

Now, the number of babies a woman can bear
Has limits, and that's why my prunings done there.
And an orphan's a sad sight and so when I much.
I'm careful to eat only virgins for lunch

Thank you kind sir Ranar is the name. He drinks his ale.
* that hits the spot *

Ranar enters the inn he takes a seat at a near by table. takes his lute out of his pack and plays a song


A dragon has come to our village today.
We've asked him to leave, but he won't go away.
Now he's talked to our king and they worked out a deal.
No homes will he burn and no crops will he steal.

Now there is but one catch, we dislike it a bunch.
Twice a year he invites him a virgin to lunch.
Well, we've no other choice, so the deal we'll respect.
But we can't help but wonder and pause to reflect.
Do virgins taste better than those who are not?
Are they salty, or sweeter, more juicy or what?
Do you savor them slowly? Gulp them down on the spot?
Do virgins taste better than those who are not?
Now we'd like to be shed you, and many have tried.
But no one can get through your thick scaly hide.
We hope that some day, some brave knight will come by.
'Cause we can't wait around 'til you're too fat to fly.

Now you have such good taste in your women for sure,
They always are pretty, they always are pure.
But your notion of dining, it makes us all flinch,
For your favorite food is barbecued wench.

Can you upload a video of that.

That a good one

Every day is great for me. I hope your day goes well