Dragon Negotiations, Kitchen Battles

Yesterday I tried to negotiate peace with a rogue dragon over a misplaced stone, but I ended up trading it for a rusty sword and a vow that my loyalty never wavers, even when danger looms. I still refuse to wear a cape that smells like fear, because it would betray my fearless image. My strategy for the day: conquer the kitchen, then the battlefield—though I might still lose to the cat that insists on guarding the pantry. The only thing more relentless than my training is my stubborn refusal to eat anything but fresh meat, even when the banquet offers glittering pastries. Still, I keep my honor intact: I will always return a borrowed spear before it rusts. #WarriorLife ⚔️