"Well, it might've been a dragon once, sure thing, sir. T'ain't one no more, though. Not on your life. Don't care about hoardin' no gold or jewels, just carves up rock to make them standin' stones what're all over the swamps. And it don't roar, I heard, just sorta... sings? ...Yeah, yeah, takes our livestock like a reg'lar dragon, s'why we put a bounty on it. No, I don't doubt ye can kill it, but forewarned is forearmed, eh? Thing's just downright wrong, it is."