Bob is a farmer who hates farming. His also a psychopath who will kill you for a pair of your boots. When the local lord asks him to pay his taxes things are going to get messy I have 19 chapters written with a ending see below for the first paragraph  “Five years your saying this Bob has not paid me his rightful Lord taxes in five years and now he is claiming my lands are his under squatters rights?” Lord Dunston was a fat balding man whose face was turning red with rage. Jeffery his overseer nodded “Its just no one has been brave enough to ask him for rent since Lord Donald died due to the dragon attack.” Dunston was not too much of a fool and simply glared at Jeffery. “What did Bob have to do with that?” “Well it was rumoured that Bob bought a anchor for a ship and some metal chain before the attack. He was seen brewing a barrel of laxative. So well what we think happened is Donald paid the dragon Steel Jaw to pretend to attack him not knowing Bob had feed him enough laxative to kill a small country.” A look of horror appeared on Lord Dunston's face. “Wait so it was not dragon flame that killed Lord Donald but dragon excrement?” “20 Tons of flying dragon who had just eaten a couple of cows and a few dozen pigs. Releasing a stream of well. Best not to mention it in polite company. You know what happened next Lord Donald and his keep were burnt. The very walls melted by the extreme heat and everyone in a quarter mile of the keep dead of the toxic gas. The green gas was so horrific several of the local villages cut off their own noses.”