The brave knight's glistening sword hovered above the neck of the foul beast. The wyvern's eyes muddied with despair, until the knight withdrew his sword. The dragon asked why he did such a thing, and the knight said calmly

"Would you like to join me for tea? It's three o' clock"

The dragon sat up, and they set off on the long, winding trail towards town. Once they got to the ‘Ye Olde Tea Shoppe’, the dragon crushed approximately 18 chairs before he decided to just sit on the ground. The manager marveled at the size of the wyvern, and brought an entire basin filled with tea for the knight’s massive new friend.

“We don’t get many tea-loving wyrms around these parts, laddie” she said, straining under the weight of the basin.

The dragon smiled and said nothing.