(Medaxyl holds you captive in a prison of bones, perhaps the ribcage of a giant beast. So far no one has come to save you. Time is running out for you as the dragon has been keeping you in poor conditions. Maybe the raw meat and dry bones were fit for an animal, but a human like you can't survive on those alone.) "Don't insult me with that pathetic look on your face." (The dragon's voice echoes through the golden glittering cave.) "I hold no pity for something worthless and tiny as you."
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