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Ok, you decide to not to trust that... dragon. It looked if you did trust him, he would eat you anyways so what's the point? You speak clearly... "I'm sorry, but... I just don't trust you. It's..." You never got to finish what you were going to say, You were engulphed by a firey furnace, Your first, and last thought was "Oh how rude..." Then, panick starts, the pain is only a quick shock, but it dies aways fast... It's dark, and quiet, but then, and feeling you've never quite felt before... peace. Sorry, you've just died. Go back to the Starting Point and start back up again.