Drumin Dragonhelm pulled off his helmet and wiped the sweat from his eyes. They had been in the swamp for three days now, and of the confident band that had set, out only three were left. Or perhaps two.
Today I slayed a dragon. It’s an admittedly small dragon, and not one of the most sought-after. But it’s the first I’ve successfully painted in three sporadic decades of this hobby, and I’m proud of it.