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"Dragons. Let me tell you about dragons.

They're assholes. And they're SPECIALLY horny assholes.

How do I know this? Well, as you might have known, I'm a WIZARD!"As he finishes, raising his body his arms on the air, sparks of pure energy come from his back, burning the ceiling of the dungeon"COUGHCOUGH mind not the sparkles and fireworks, happens every time I say that. So yes? Where was I..." the old man said scratching his chin "Oh yes, DRAGONS. I had a familiar, a young pseudo dragon, and this takes me back..." slowly the whole world seems to regress as if someone turning back the clock, a younger age, where his hair was brown and he wore broken glasses the young wizard coughs on his library a small room of about 6mx5mx2m barely any space for the massive shelfs full of books, the small bed arranged into a side of the room hanged to the ceiling and pulled down at night or the cauldron next to the desk with it's small shelf full of potions, eyes of rat and other assorted "wizardly" things.

The man coughed again as he pulled his messy hair back his three day beard showing up as he saw it. A small, kinda girlish green Draconian. He coughed him back, barely over 60cm tall and with a pair of small membrany wings the familiar emerged from the cauldron shaking off thick mixture of boils and bones and making it fall with a noisy "slosh" on the floor, leaving a slimmy trail as he walked down the pot.

A familiar, his first one too right infront of his eyes. The young wizard was proud of himself as he smiled and said "Mhm, who're you?" his hand going towards the pseudodragon and scratching his underhead.