"Uggh, even the gods hate me. Some people lose their knife or their helmet. No, not me. I manage to lose an entire dragon." Lancelot whacks a low-hanging branch. It snaps back at him, hitting him in the face and and him stumble back. He looks up to see a snapped tree trunk. His eyes follow it to a long trench of up-turned earth. Lancelot follows it to a downed, black dragon, its body and tail tangled in a bola. It appears dead. He slowly approaches, unable to control his excitement