Talk:Dragon/@comment-71.241.201.26-20141223100522/@comment-25041612-20141226061708

I go home and pick up my spare sword with the words-Beowulf's sword, for killing dragons and assorted pests-carved on it. I walked up to the mountain, gave her a stern talking to, walked down and waited for when the dragon came back.

Which she did and she apologised, while crying, stating that a tribute was no longer necessary.