Hellsborough Exposed

Wharncliffe's old dragon, the Wantley, looked like a monstrous venomtooth and killed by squeezing, so the knight Moore had the little mesters of the Dun valley forge him a suit of armour spiked with steel as sharp as razor blades, then sat in its drinking pond and waited. When it came down to drink he picked the fight, let it wrap him up, and the dragon squeezed itself to death on him. For the record, Moore was no better than the thing he killed: after one disappointing battle he swung his own onetoe by the tail until it was dead, then roasted and ate it.

Xin names are one word, two natural features welded together with an i (Siltibog, Gorsithorn, Fenimire, Mossicrag), read off the ground at hatching, so every name is a place-and-time stamp with legs. Offer a surname to one of The Xin and it will be taken as an insult or as evidence of head trauma, depending on how the day is going.