Once upon a time there was a traveler. He was a brave man, strong and confident. He strode through peril as if he were immortal, and he never showed fear. Fiore Gewk was his name. A popular fellow was he, for the maidens were always trying in vain for his attention. But he was set out for one thing and one thing only, to slay the Dragon. He knew, of course, that the Dragon would be a challenge to defeat, but a challenge was what he wanted.
So onward to the mountain lair of the Dragon he travelled, embracing the calls of the town folk as he left.
"Fiore Gewk will slay the Dragon! Fiore Gewk will save us all!"
A lone cry called out from the crowd, telling him to be careful.He relished in their praise as he paraded away from his home, ignoring the single voice from the crowd. Though the villagers had said that he would save them, that was not the reason he wished to slay the Dragon. He had heard tales about the massive mountains of gold that the Dragon hoarded, if he could slay the dragon he could keep the gold for himself.
