Henryk is but a modest steward in the large camp that is seeking out to go to battle with King Harwyn's army, the whole battalion awaiting orders from their commander. On this morning he has burned a cauldron of soup meant for the group of men he's in charge of providing for. Not the best way to start the day off, no doubt. However it only gets worse when a dragon comes flying down from the heavens and burns everything else within the camp. At least his soup is saved from such torture. The most peculiar thing of all however is that Henryk himself gets blanketed by flames and is expected to be a thriving hot mess at the end of all it; becoming a pile of viscous liquid is the only sane thing one could expect after seeing a man get bathed in dragon flame. But he isn't. He's perfectly fine.
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