"It has been brought to my full attention. That of which my future relies. Nobody else seems to be doing whats necessary, however, I will.
Well, in all honesty, others have tried, but merely failed... Miserably.
That is why it is now so obviously up to me, Lord Kumberbun, to finally defeat the dragon of Daigon! So many other imbeciles have tried and they've all simply died. How pitiful, those vermin." He flaunts so fortuitously.
The lords English armor shines with a gleam. He is the epitome of chivalry, a true knight in shining armor, constantly smiling a gorgeous proper smile. The pope himself would say no other person is as pure in the eyes of his god than Lord Kumberbun. Which is why this is such a tradgety.
You see, the problem is perspective. To the people of his town, defeating the dragon of Daigon would make him a hero, who would go down as a legend. To the dragon of Daigon, however, these people just want to hurt her and harvest her beautiful scales and claws.
"Poor humans," Sh