Letter Thirty-Six

My Dearest Nephew,

I am overjoyed to hear that you have kept to the way of the benevolent dragon despite your uncle Scaligar’s writings. It might be wise simply to burn his letters upon arrival at your cave as they will no doubt be full of horrible advise and evil lies about other dragon’s and nonexistent mind-controlling powers. Your uncle Gargazath’s letters could also do with being put to the torch.

            Speaking of your uncle Gargazath, I would like to clarify some points of his latest letters. Firstly, he was indeed carried off to the mad-cave lately where he languishes in a padded cell which I might ad is not nearly as horrible as he insinuated. Also, your uncle Scaligar did indeed assist the guards of the sanatorium in capturing him, but he was not dragged eight miles by them, but rather flown there as gently as possible.

            I hear that a plaque was placed on his cell door bearing the legend “Gargazath the permanently unstable until further notice” which I find quite humorous, oxymoron and all. I believe that he will be removed to a permanent and far more comfortable facility soon where it is likely he will spend the rest of his days. Terminal Bligardazash is incurable as far as dragons know and no magical treatment has been known to make any difference. Fortunately for all of us, no one has ever been known to escape a dragon holding facility save in the case of Aliganthia the Insanely Druidic who, upon the dawn of his sixth day at the sanatorium summoned a hoard of cackling rabbits and broke his way out of the facility with their assistance. He was soon tracked down by the guards and found living in a hollow log on surviving on a diet of celery along with is equally insane army of buck-toothed supporters.

            Your humble servant, mentor and uncle,

            Semithino