I may be a Dragon, but I think like a man. Well, that is, I think like a detective. Such work is a man's job. However, I am no man. We Dragons may be mythical, but that does not stop us from carving out a niche in the world. The name's McLeroy, Kent McLeroy. I've learned to tone down most of my Dragon attributes. I leave the chest armor on under my dress shirt. When I need to breathe fire, I breathe fire. But I don't go round blazing things up all the time. It ain't civilized.
Let me tell you a little story that happened in the Fantasy Realm. Well, I guess it's still happening. Madness never stops in the Fantasy Realm. My story is born of madness...
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