Kemuel thought back to what the plaque had said.
"The typical dragon meal consists of approximately 1,000 pounds of meat. A dragon meal requires a great deal of space to prepare - several hundred feet, to be sure.
A dragon that breathes fire will use his own breath to cook his meal, whereas other dragons must resort to artificial methods to get the job done.
The food is cooked from the outside in. The outer layers are made extra cripsy, whereas the inside is eaten rare. The same is true when a Dragon eats multiple animals (or people) at the same time: he will make sure the first group is cooked well, then work his way to the middle where he will feast upon the rare specimens.
Some dragons like to play with their food, informing them in advance that they are about to be eaten. It is said that such dragons can taste the fear of their food as it is consumed. The question you have to ask yourself is: are you afraid right now?"
"Now what could all that mean?
Father, thank you yet again for the healing you have provided! I look forward to the chance to pay you back for your kindness!
And perhaps your idea of leaving these bodies for this 'beast' is a good one! Is there a suspicion of foul irony in the air though? All these dragons.. Hm."
Kemuel, deep in thought for the moment, stays put for now.
"Also, does anyone else hear the sound of metal and industry? Rather than roaring and the beating of wings? Either this dragon is aged and is being wheeled in to battle or it might be some depraved siege engine! Either way I believe we have the guile and the strength to best it!"