Many years later, the dragon Fafner would always remember the first time he met him on Mount Lavrel.
Back then, he was bold and spirited, dressed in fine clothes and astride a fine horse, a three-foot sword in hand, gazing out over the world. He said, "Once I've made a name for myself and earned my title as a general, I'll give you a life of wealth and splendor, with a land as lovely as a painting. How does that sound?"
"No, you must have remembered wrong. What I clearly said then was, 'Give me ten years to hone my sword. When the time comes, I can cut you down with a single thought.'"
