Стража! Стража!

           odd,really,youfeelsodifferent,don’tyou,aftersummoningthedragon,sortof-"

           "Cleanedout,"saidBrotherPlastererhelpfully.

           "-yes,likeit’ssortof-"BrotherWatchtowerstruggledwiththeserpentsofself-expression-"takingsomethingoutofyou..."

           "Suckeddry,"saidBrotherPlasterer.

           "Yes,likehesaid,andwe...well,it’smaybeit’sabitrisky..."

           "Likestuff’sbeendraggedfromyouractuallivingbrainbyeldritchcreaturesfromtheBeyond,"saidBrotherPlasterer.

           "I’dhavesaidmorelikeabitofasickheadache,myself,"saidBrotherWatchtowerhelplessly."Andwewaswondering,youknow,aboutallthisstuffaboutcosmicbalanceandthat,because,well,lookwhathappenedtopooroldDunnykin.Couldbeabitofajudgement.Er."

           "Itwasjustamaddenedcrocodilehiddeninaflowerbed,"saidtheSupremeGrandMaster."Itcouldhavehappenedtoanyone.Iunderstandyourfeelings,however."

           "Youdo?"saidBrotherWatchtower.

           "Oh,yes.They’reonlynatural.Allthegreatestwizardsfeelalittleill-at-easebeforeundertakingagreatworksuchasthis."TheBrethrenpreenedthemselves.Greatwizards.That’sus.Yeah."Butinafewhoursit’llbeover,andIamsurethatthekingwillrewardyouhandsomely.Thefuturewillbeglorious."

           Thisnormallydidthetrick.Itdidn’tappeartobeworkingthistime.

           "Butthedragon-"BrotherWatchtowerbegan.

           "Therewon’tbeanydragon!Wewon’tneedit.Look,"saidtheSupremeGrandMaster,"it’squitesimple.