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 Scene takes place in open air. Two battle-weary warriors sit on the top of a small hill. They both take shelter from Sun’s bright rays in the shadow casted by an old Oak tree.

 The first man is tall, muscular, has long, red, unbridled hair, and his chin did not see a barber for a very long time. Man’s armour is covered in ash, misses left brassard and You almost can’t tell it was once bright red.

 The second lad is thinner, but still well built, yet, except for his garments – a green and yellow robe with long and capatious sleeves – not much can be said about him.

 It is the first man, who starts the conversation – and it is he, who finishes it

-Ok, so …So we went through all this commotion, slayed the Demon King, defeated the Lich Queen, reasoned with the Fae…

-Uh… Yeah.

-We united all four kingdoms, brought back the peace to this land, found legendary artifacts, crafted by the Immortals… Am I missing something?

Condescending glare is, apparently, enough. Armored man sighs.

-And there’s always…

-The Dragon.

-…Yeah. Always the Dragon.

 

 A hundred foot long, red scaled monstrosity rises from below the hill, looks at two men, and then springs into the sky, stretching its wings.

 Both men look at the Dragon, until it dissapears behind the horizon.

 

 (Pamięci wszystkich sesyi, które poprowadziłem i poprowadzę w życiu.)