The wizard who guarded the coach was old, wizened and crabby looking. He resembled nothing so much as a tortoise. But he was what he was, so people generally gave him a wide berth, which made it all the more surprising when the band of outlaws came screaming out of the woods.
“Stand and deliver!”
The coachman pulled up his team and sighed at the predictability.
“Magic wielder. If you please.”
The wizard waved a negligent hand and the sky filled with snapping dragon wings. The horses bolted.
Once the road cleared, the wizard fed each dragon a chocolate button.