Burton Dasset rushed round earlier, bloody and screaming that the End Times are on us (again).
And I know it was freezing cold and snowy this morning. But I'd told him that the heating system in the crypt under Bogwulf Chapel needed special attention, and he was to tell me if it needed any servicing. But does he listen? When he found it was cold in the chapel this morning he picked up a bag of tools and headed down the stairs.
Thing is, a monkey wrench is almost useless when you're dealing with a hungry dragon. Thankfully, this meant its pilot light had gone out and all Burton received was a bit of a mauling.
According to the Big Book of Rules in the library, in the 18th Century the parishioners used to feed the dragon with local damsels and a few live sheep. But we're more civilised now. Turns out he's actually quite fond of pepperoni pizza. So we've thrown him a few down and everything's back to normal.