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Groggy, Doroc heard some sizzling sounds and smelled the aroma of roasted meat. When he opened his eyes, a brass-colored figure stood before him.
It was the great ancestor... Doroc silently thought, but why had the great ancestor become so big? And why was he holding a knife and fork, grinning at him sleazily, "What a waste it would be not to eat you, such a big, fully grown giant dragon. You wouldn't believe I could move you, would you? Do you prefer red-cooked or spice-roasted?"
In a weak voice, Doroc said, "Could you... not eat me?"
"Not eat you? Such a fat dragon would be a pity not to eat. What can you do?"
"Catch... catch fish..."
"How many fish would you need to catch to equal the value of a Gold Dragon? Maybe you should farm instead."
"Ah? Farm? No no no, how could a noble Gold Dragon possibly farm..."
"If you're not farming, then we might as well roast you. Stuff you with spice water, marinate you well."
