Phaenan wrinkled his nose up a bit. He was fairly used to having his reputation precede him, but he supposed there were some backwaters in Ve'golo and such that the circus hadn't been to yet. He cleared his throat,

"Well, what and who I am are somewhat of the same question- you may call me Phaenan the Magnificent, the Golden Dragon of Archibald Thorne's travelling circus, champion of the small and defender of the weak, triumphant over Wezgul the mighty, Daelart the wicked, and Ozgroc the Bull of Minrekka. I was found by Archibald as an egg, when he uncovered a mysterious chest from a river-"

If Johnny doesn't stop him, he will keep going.