"[...] I'm afraid it's one of those newfangled romances the bards here in Ar-tolor have taken to penning."
Durge frowned. "Romances? How could one compose an entire book about romances?"
"I'm, not really sure," Falken said. "But as far as I can tell, they're all about long-haired knights in white amor who sing songs about flowers and slay dragons in order to win the heart of wan maidens who doesn't seem to do anything but pine about having to marry some rich king."
Durge stroked his dropping mustaches. "These knights and maidens you describe sound demented."
"Oh, they are," Falken went on, grinning wolfishly now. "They're always spouting poems about how gold and jewels mean nothing, how love is stronger than a thousand swords, and other positively absurd ideas. All I want to know is whatever happend to good stories - you know, ones where the dragon eats the suitor and the maiden forgets about him, marries a wealthy baron, gets fat, and has lots of kids?"
"The dark remains" by Mark Anthony
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schattenstern: Self-reference! META! ♥)