Your comrades probably assumed you dead the moment that beast dove down and captured you in its frightful maw. Though, to your own befuddlement, you were still alive, even after the heated, humid and quite horrid commute atop the creature's tongue. The mighty dragon, Smaug, had seemingly chosen to keep you around for his own entertainment; bringing you with him all the way in to the heart of his gilded lair. In a twisted way, your abduction might have saved hundreds if not thousands of lives... Yet it hadn't exactly panned out in the way you hoped or anticipated... Not by her own hands, no glory or honor. At least, Smaug proved to be a surprisingly adequate conversationalist, and you weren't nearly as bored as you'd feared...