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yesterday, Dicken told a story about a paladin. When Dicken lived with the dragon (his master), a paladin came to their cave and wanted to kill the dragon, but the dragon started talking about how difficult his life was (or something like that) and that he regretted many things, etc. The paladin took pity on him, and they talked all night, drank beer, and laughed... in the end, they became friends.