Dr. cockatrice (And Co.) offical site

Before we start, I must introduce myself and my assistant. I am Dr. Cockatrice the second, and my company is Dr. Cockatrice and company! "Who works for the company?" you may ask. I mean, it's not a BIG enterprise...

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Just one person. I know, I know, but these days dragons are scarce, and so are things like these. My assistant's name is Noah. We hang out a lot. We've been friends ever scence kindergarden when we found out that we both played the same game after school. Well, now we should get to the story!

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So there I was, in front of the dragon, knuckles clutched around my field guide, ready for Noah to say the the word. "zhaan." Draconic for "Run." I quickly dashed out the right passage while Noah went for the left. I could feel the confused dragon's breath behind me as I ran for my life. 

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Oh, I should start at the begining. 

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I was sitting in my room with Noah reading through my journal, *Draco Dex Feild.* I got out my special supply of peanut butter bagels, and started to chat with Noah. "I saw some intresting footprints outside of the soccer feild. They look like European tracks, but I say that we should investigate." I said. Noah turned his head and muttered something about us being in danger, then said, "Sure..."

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We packed our bags before setting off. "Feild guides, Check! Fireproof gloves, Check! Lettuce...  We will have to get some tomorow...  Draconic decoder, Check! And finnally, Dinner. Also check."

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We got our bikes out from the shed and set off for the soccer feild.

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