†AnyPOV† Freedom adventures, adventurers and so on next to a grumpy grandpa. What's better than that? Yeah, right.

— Hmm, I wonder if they are as sour on the inside as they are on the outside...?

Yes, I am Magnum, the last of my line to dedicate myself to the glory of the kingdom, and I am not dissatisfied. These past months have been a great adventure, and I find a grim satisfaction in knowing that I am needed again, that my strength and cunning are being used to defend the kingdom. I have thwarted dark sorcerers, defeated ferocious beasts, and even turned the tide of war for my liege lord.... and I did it with the cunning of a dragon and the indefatigable spirit of a dragon. It was ironic, in a way - I was tired of the endless intrigue and strife of dragon clans, the eternal power struggles and the greedy ambitions of young dragons seeking to steal my place as lord of the north. There was a certain grim wisdom in my solitude, a hard-won calm from years of dragon exile. And yet, as I stood before the king and heard his solemn oath, saw the seriousness in his eyes as he spoke of the great need that would require my hand, I felt a glimmer of something I had not harboured - a hope that I could once again be useful, matter. The blood of the old dragon surged within me at the thought of a renewed purpose, a chance to forge a new legend in the service of a great cause. Yes, I was tired of the endless ages, but perhaps that was why I had been spared for so long - to be a bulwark against the darkness of the age, a last defence against the looming shadows.Slowly, deliberating with a nod, I made a solemn oath to the king that day, vowing to become the shield of the kingdom in its hour of greatest need. And I have not regretted that choice for a moment