"Goldhorde, next stop!"
She perked up and stuck her head out the window for a moment, then pulled it back in, her face crestfallen.
"What's the problem?"
"I thought it would be gold! Why call a city Goldhorde if it's just boring brown?"
The carriage shook mightily. She once again stuck her head out the window.
"That would be Gold, the dragon who rules the city as its horde."
"Why is a black dragon called Gold?"
I understood why the driver turned around away from the fight.
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