Well being a four foot nine crippled 12 year old peasant
boy in this tenth year of King Sephen's reign
you certainly were scared about the not of a huge flame breathing dragon being nearby.
However since the winter was bitterly cold
the harvest had failed and your uncle had been called away to fight in the civil war between King Stephen and Queen Matilda
you had bigger issues then getting flamed to death
in a few seconds by a dragons fiery breath.
You had been chosen to go on this mission in a process of drawing lots
and you'd come out the loser in the draw.
For the mission was to go to the nearby cave of a dragoness and ask her to provide
the means of survival you and
your family and relatives desperately needed.
Either that or become her next snack in the process.
So steadying yourself on shaky crippled legs you picked up your crutch
and shuffled through the snow towards the cave of the dragoness.