A team of dragonhunters came to town the other day.
They'd heard that we held a lottery every year to choose a human sacrifice for the dragon that lives in the forest.
Truth is, we do it to figure out who gets stuck giving the dragon his annual scrubdown.
If you think the dragon stinks, you should smell the soap we use. Only a wizard can understand how the two produce "clean dragon" instead of "deadly, toxic stench."
We'll let the dragon finish these clowns off.
I just hope I don't get stuck washing their corpses out of his scales.