Turtle was feeling rather downcast.
It seemed increasingly likely that the sinister dragon, Lance, was concocting a new potion. However, the young dragon, adamantly refused to partake in the trials, leaving Turtle as the sole candidate for testing. Lance, entrenched in his old ways, would undoubtedly consider Turtle a safe option.
"The potion," Lance would muse, "Turtle has imbibed it since his hatchling days. It won't kill him. At worst, he'll sprout a few oddities, all of which are treatable."
"In the future, whether it's under Lucia's reign or still Lance's, this new concoction should be your trial," they decided.
Turtle remained silent, a testament to the shallow bonds of their friendship.
Lucia couldn't help but suppress a chuckle, knowing Turtle was merely playing the guinea pig.