I was in the Roaring Lion Tavern, drinking my time away. Scaleslayer laid on the bench beside me, a clear warning to all that I was not to be messed with. "Another mug of ale, please," I said, tossing a silver to the barkeep. 

"Anyone know details about the lizard infestation up on the mountain? I might have some skills to offer, but I need to know what I'm getting into."

One of the local louts raised an eyebrow at me. "A Dragonslayer? Right, and I'm King O' the Faeries."

I stood up and calmly hefted the oak bench in one hand. After setting it down, I turned to the speaker and said, "Nice to meet you, Your Majesty."

The look on his face was utterly priceless.