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TL;DR - Warez takes Magnus to a bar he goes to quite often for him to try out the food and drinks.

After the firework show, instead of parting ways and going back to their respective homes, Warez had suggested going to a little spot where they sell good drinks, play good music, and eat delicious food at a place called the Golden Claw Lounge. If Magnus hears the word food, he’s always game to give it a try and so they went. From the outside, the scent of meat being grilled, music being played aloud, and bubbling ale lured the two dragons inside. The bear bouncer, Theo, opened the door, revealing a scene of lively revelry. Even if the lounge was active, Warez and Magnus had only one thing on their minds: food.

They walked up to the bar and waved over to the barkeep, a dragon with brown hair, greeted them with a wink.

"Hey Warez, would it be the usual?" Cain said.

Warez puffed out his chest. "Actually give me double the usual, my friend, and bring us a platter of your finest ribs."

Magnus nodded his agreement, picking up the menu and debating before adding, "And a large pitcher of your strongest ale, make it two!"

Cain chuckled, his eyes wide. "Coming right up, boys!"

As they waited, Magnus would regale Warez with tales of how he held his own when Nasty Norc attacked Peace Keepers while also trying not to laugh at people’s questionable singing performances. Soon, a bull sporting cooking attire arrived with their food, starting with the pitchers of ale and a plate of hot pizza with a burger and fries. If that wasn’t enough, later a mountain of ribs piled high on a platter the size of a wagon wheel.

“Here you are gentleman, the plates are piping hot so be careful.”

“Thanks, Travis, the food looks delicious as always!” Warez would say holding up a thumbs up.

The dragons dug in with gusto, their claws tearing into the tender meat and their teeth chewing through cheese and beef. The ale flowed freely, foaming mustaches dripping down their snouts.

The night wore on, filled with laughter, song, and enough food and drink to satisfy a small dragon horde. Eventually, their bellies stretched to their limits, they settled back with contented sighs, lips gleaming with the remnants of their feast.

Warez leaned over to Magnus, his voice with satisfaction. "That was a meal fit for a king, even a dragon king."

Magnus belched in agreement, a cloud of smoke curling from his nostrils. "Indeed. Now I could definitely go for a nice soft bed and sleep off this glorious gluttony."

And so, the two dragons, their bellies full and hearts happy, said their goodbyes and took their leave heading back home. Once returned back at Peace Keepers, Magnus insisted Warez stay the night and he agreed, so the two curled up together as the moon rose higher in the sky. Outside, the moon cast its silvery glow upon the sleeping canyon, while inside, the dragons hummed and snored with the echoes of their epic feast. For Magnus and Warez, it was just another night, another chapter in their ongoing saga of food, adventure, and cheerful laughs.

🎨 Wizdra 🎨 from Twitter made this outstanding piece for me.