So it came to pass the good citizens never forgot the day the Good Luck Dragon was slain.
And the harvests did die, and the Elves did leave their home. They went north in search of more fire rubies.
And the citizens did toil and mine and search every nook and cranny for more fire rubies. And they waged war against the harpies.
And they plucked their feathers for a good year. At least a year....
And they rebuilt the golden altar and did toil to pay the toll to resummon a Luck Dragon.
I should have been a bard, with a guitar in my front yard. Life is hard.