Yeahhahaha, I like that. He's all quiet and collected until the right button was pushed, then boom!; "I could take his temper tantrums and roaring in my face, the constant blasts of heat, but darn it, I'm wearing robes! They don't look anything like a dress." Cheers, quen20! Thanks for playing.
He is staring gratefully at the dead monster for providing the fire he needed to light his pipe. He had run out of matches earlier that day. Of course the monster was in the process of giving him the middle finger, but alas....the painting was completed.
Heck yeah! "That guy breaths fire, has a stomach that won't melt and can eat the oddest of creatures without blinking, but give him just one mug of ale and look at 'im! Just look at him! Thanks for playing, dragonarya7!