The Complete Misadventures of Roo Raganoff

a tale told in a part of One

alternately recounted as "Salutations, and Other Pleasantries"

Let's not start at the beginning.
Beginnings are always strange sorts of oddities that nobody likes listening to. Perhaps I may be wrong (and being wrong is certainly a well-known trait of mine), and for all one knows, there might be good beginnings in the world somewhere worth listening to. I, in fact, have stumbled across a tale-spinner or two that have incredibly talented tongues, and their stories are actually quite fascinating.

But in the case of a narrative - and such is the nature of the circumstance - beginnings tend to be quite dreary. I'd really rather not introduce the wondrous tales I'm about to tell you with intensive descriptions of the setting with quips that lack witticism altogether.

I know Glendyr would disagree with me, because he practically consumes literature for breakfast (that is, if he doesn't burn it first), and he loves a lengthy discourse, even at the expense of thrill or actual content.

But I digress; my point is, I'd much rather start here, or there, or perhaps a comfortable cranny somewhere in between. Somewhere Glendyr and I stopped existing and actually starting being.

In fact, let's begin at this very moment in time. Me, sitting beneath a crabapple tree out of the desperate need for some refuge from the sweltering, sticky heat. Glendyr, curled up in what I coined as his "noodle" form (more on that in a bit), snoozing lazily atop one of the lowermost branches. Of course he's perfectly content - I don't suppose dragons are bothered by the heat at all. It is the very essence of their being, after all. Out of the ennui that plagues me, I've decided to write down things that have taken my fancy over the course of the years I've known Glendyr. Perhaps some things will be interesting, and perhaps some won't; such is the way of life.

I like to imagine that Glendyr and I have had a pretty decent existence, riddled, of course, with topsies and turvies and what have you. Misadventure, misfortune, and mistakes all in one.

I believe I will title the collection of these works something along the lines of "The Overgrown Lizard and a Pirate: Adventures and Such", though I doubt anyone would like a title like that.
How does "Troubles, Mishaps, and Fiascoes of the Strange Sort" sound? Slightly worse, no? Ah, that's fine. I'll figure it out as I go along, I suppose.

This is the narrative of Glendyr, the dragon, and I, Roo Raganoff, in our adventures about the world. May the tales be ever as vivacious, and the Wondrous Reader be ever as enthralled...

Let the recounting commence!