The dragons threw a party in our honor.
They apparently considered me a dragon too, and that made mingling a lot easier.
Easier for them, not me.
Why?
What the hell was I supposed to talk about with frigging dragons?
Politics? World affair? Doomsday?
Heh!
The food was good- probably the best I had.
The reception was fun-
They played weird instruments I'd never seen before. hundreds of strings-
They didn't dance but boy did dragons drink in barrels!
Just below the throne room, was their reception,
Pretty big room with loads of floor-
And lots of space for the dragons to transform while they gobbled up the barrel full of fancy wine.
There was a massive chandelier above our heads and the actual smell of this room wasn't that of alcohol despite the excessive amounts spilling around. Rather, it was that of flowers.
Anyway-
The party lasted for a good two hours.
