The Last Dragonslayer

You're a non-magical indentured orphan whose only talent is for tea and toast.

And I intend to turn Dragonlands into shopping precincts and fortresses.

I've been chased by a mob, threatened with royal execution, and now shot at with magical arrows. I'm not exaggerating, when I say it's been a difficult few days. So give me a compellling reason not to chop your hands off.

One is almost proud of you.