BOB: *grump* Stupid villagers.
HOUSE: *gets firebombed*
BOB: Excuse me, that was my house. Stupid dragon.

I loved writing a little bit of Bob's backstory. I always figured that he had his own escapades, and they'd be funny little stories to tell people. The only real downside is that, after so many centuries, details can blur together, and things might be misremembered. beachkid described it very well in a chat we had either last night or the night before. *nodnod*

And yay for sequelishness. As for smut, I'm still sort of toying with it, but we shall see? :D?