As we rejoin our happy traveling companions we see the dragon and the woman sitting around their nightly campfire. The dragon appears to be holding a pair of scissors and next to him is a large pile of photographs.
The dragon grumbled, “Stupid scissors, how am I supposed to take up scrap booking if I can’t even find a pair of dragon-usable scissors.” The snip snip of the scissors was cut off by a sudden yelp.
“Ashes from the smoky depths of hell, that hurt!” the dragon moaned. “How embarrassing,” he continued despondently. “That’s another scar I’m going to have to lie about where it came from.”
The woman chuckled “You have quite an impressive collection.” She said, surveying the dragons many scars. “Where’d the rest come from?”
The dragon’s head hung low “Pick any one you like, they’re all equally embarrassing”
The woman chewed on her lower lip and studied the dragon carefully. “How about that one?” She said, pointing to a wicked slice that ran the length of his side.
“This one?” The dragon confirmed, scratching the scar. “Well *cough* you see, there was this knight once, couldn’t have been more than 15, all pimply, weighed about 90 pounds. Um, well, he came to my cave and challenged me, with the squeakiest voice I’d ever heard. It was just so pathetic and hilarious that I literally fell over laughing. I just happen to fall the wrong way, you see, and I sort of … fell on his lance…. Let’s just say I ran off with more than my dignity bruised.” The dragon snorted and buried his snout in his arms, his scales taking on a reddish tinge.
Squinting at him in an effort to see better the woman continued relentlessly. “What about that one?” She pointed to a hole in his right wing.
With this the dragon’s head sunk even lower and his ears drooped. “That one’s even worse; at least the knight was real. It was the middle of the night and I was woken up by a noise outside. This was back when I was in the middle of a territory dispute so I was expecting the worst. I ran straight out spoiling for a fight and saw a large shadowy figure standing the woods. Incensed, I threw myself at the figure. Turns out it was just a conveniently shaped blackberry bush…”
The woman’s eyes gleamed and a wicked smile graced her lips. “What about…?”
“No!” Interjected the dragon. “That’s quite enough. I’ve done more than enough to ruin my image already tonight.” He turned away, looking sulky.
With a smile the woman patted him companionably. “Actually this can do nothing but help your image, this list of foibles only makes you seem,” she looked thoughtful.” I don’t know, more human."