The Warrior reached up, and with arm outstretched, sliced off the Dragon's glistening jewels. The serpent let out an ear-splitting roar, and in humility took to the skies and soared away.
"These will fetch quite the gold in the town market," the Warrior thought, back at camp. But then another thought came to him. "But what do they taste like?"
Setting them upon the roasting fire, the Warrior began twitching in anticipation. The moment would soon arrive when he would find out.
Plucking the round, toasted fleshy orbs from the flames, he plunged them into his waiting mouth. Biting down sends warm, fresh, milky cream flowing down the sides of his chin. "Interesting," The Warrior mused. "These taste faintly like Strawberry, but only of its ripeness. There's something else. Like the essence of the serpent is imbued upon my prickling tastebuds!"
Pleased, the Warrior set off on yet another adventure, this time with a quest in mind. "I must have all of the Dragons' delectable dangly-bits," he smirked. "Every last pair of them..."