The multiheaded dragon roared, and before Shamgar, or his friends could react, the door slammed shut, locking poor Shamgar inside with the dragon. He turned around, and trembled against the door. He was truly terrified, his whole body quaking as the dragon turned and faced him. This is my final moment. Torn to shreds by a skeleton.
He cringed as the dragon moved towards him, preparing for the worst possible fate. To his surprise, the skeletal dragon picked him up, and set him in the middle of the room.
"Oi, what are ya doin' in ma castle, laddie?" One of the heads said, the left one.
"Oh, shut up, you twat. He's obviously here for the books," the middle one said, arguing with the left.
"Ah, why don't ya both just hold your gobs? You're scaring the poor lad shitless" said the third head.
All three heads then turned to Shamgar, who was still cowering behind his wings. He peeked up, and saw that he wasn't dead, at least not yet, anyway.
"Actually, um... Sirs, Im here by mistake." Shamgar said, referring to the now locked door.
"Oh, come now. I saw you eyeing those books. Oh, how rude, we didn't even introduce ourselves." The middle head said, "My name is Gregory, and I-"
"Ah, shut up, you puddle of pish. You know ya name is George. As for masel, I am Wallace.", the left head.
"Shut up, Wallace, you hooligan. I am Finnegan" said the third head.
"Well, I don't mean to interrupt, but may I leave?" Shamgar asked, hoping he wasn't offending George, who seemed to be rather proper.
Again, all three heads looked at him.
"Leave? Without first learning your name, dear gryphon. How rude of you."
"Jings, if he wants to leave, let him leave. As long as he stays oot o ma castle."
Shamgar was utterly confused. He didn't know if he was talking to one person, or three....