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"Yes, it's a sad story," I said, "but there is a lesson to be
learned in it. You see," I continued, "the orphans were
starving, and they fought each other over every scrap of
food they found. This was not a poor city, mind you, no.
This was a city rich with power, wealth, and finery. Only
not for our three little wretches. They were looked down
upon, spat upon, and abused by the city elders."
The dragonarmy officer eyed me closely. His knuckles
turned white on his sword handle.
I hurried on with my story.
"One day, the three orphans were at the edge of the city.
And it was there that they came upon a Great Red Clarion,
that fierce and magical bird that even some of the smaller
dragons fear. If they could catch the Clarion and hold its
magic in their hands, the orphans would never be laughed at
or go hungry ever again.
"The Clarion's wing was broken, and it couldn't fly
away. But its talons were sharp, and its beak made a
formidable weapon.
"Here, finally, was a chance for the three orphans to
make new lives for themselves, and all they had to do was
work together to capture the magical bird."
I swept my arm out in front of my body and pointed at
my audience. "But did they work together to capture the
Clarion's magic? No!" I declared
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