Fulgen holds his shield up so that the whole room can see it. It has been bent inwards completely, almost folded in half. The green and blue paint across its surface is spiderwebbed with cracks. “Two fire giants,” he says.
“I want you to know why I tell you these stories. I don’t mean to titillate you. I certainly don’t want to disturb you, to remind you that these monsters exist when you likely spend most of your days wishing they didn’t.” Fulgen puts the shield down and picks up his lute again.
“I tell you these stories, these true stories, because I want to impart hope. I want you to know that these monsters are mortal. They can be killed. Let me tell you my second story about dragon-slaying.”