King Cullin may be known as “the Dragon Slayer,” but he doubts his son’s legacy can be as “King Maurice Who Speaks with Proper Grammar.” The son retains his nose buried in parchments, starry-eyed at the idea of noble knights and wanting to hands royal silver to any con man hawking a unicorn horn. Tonight, though, Cullin will educate the prince in the truth behind minstrels’ silly tunes of glory….

Long ago, inside a kingdom, well, not that definately not here really, youthful Cullin traveled the countryside mainly because squire to brave Sir Dalbry, along with Dalbry’s trusted sidekick Reeger, selling dragon-protection services to every kingdom with a coffer. There have been no dragons, of course, but having a collection of severed alligator mind and a determination to try out filthy, the trio of con guys was crushing the competition. Then along came Princess Affonyl.

Tomboyish and with a mind for alchemy, Affonyl faked a dragon of her own, escaped her arranged relationship, and threw along with Cullin and company. But with her dad sending a team of do-gooder knights to find her, the dragon business simply got cutthroat.