The Curated Man
As fire rained down upon me, I grabbed my MATIAS pants and pulled them on with haste. The Dragon noticed my quick armor change, and his momentary pause gave me time to augment my protection with this sweatshirt.
Smaug turned his flamey breath aside, acknowledging my post-heritage style with a wink, quickly on his way to torch a less-steezy locale. I threw him a salute, and went to grab a hard kombucha.