As it happens, I think I have just the thing for you. [ It's the nature of stories, after all. He draws something from beneath his cloak that shimmers with metal; it could have been the coin he drew out, or a knife, but now it's a pool of mercury. A mirror that spills red from his hands, the bright colour of a heart's blood (perhaps a knife that spilled blood from dead flesh) and becomes a shimmering, glassy surface. ]

A mirror that reflects a hidden nature. [ Perhaps it's trickery; but as long as the dragon believes it, then it becomes real. ] You've left things unspoken unfairly for too long, dear dragon. Now is the time you face each other.

[ And he will bear witness, of course. He has no intention of leaving. ]