"Oh no! He really was a bad dragon this morning." 

She has a broom and is sweeping away the splinters left by Glaurung tearing apart one of the chairs to get at the iron nails used in it's construction. Glaurung's hoard is in a corner but the dragon is nowhere to be seen.

"It was hard to breathe, he's heavy! Where's he gotten to?"

"I had to knock him out and put him in the other room since he was being all fighty."

Bonesaw goes over to check on the orf's lungs and chest, poking at her a bit. 

"Are you sore?"

"I had to sing to my foot a bit - I tried going under your bed in case he'd settle for being above me but not right on top of me and he dragged me out - but it's not too bad now."

Bonesaw can prod at some bits that might otherwise be sore later.

"You couldn't stop him?"

"I don't think so? Am I supposed to know a trick for that?"

"Not really, I had to wrestle him until i could get a needle under his scales to inject him. I guess it's that uh, it used to be that someone I knew wouldn't survive that long if something as weak as Glaurung could kill them."

"Oh... he could probably kill me but I don't think he was trying, he just wanted to lie on me for some reason. I sang the song that makes me seem like some random orc and ran away."

Bonesaw feels really uncomfortable about the idea of Glaurung killing the orf!

"I think he was trying to add you to his hoard? He has an instinct to collect shiny and colorful things and your tattoos probably counted."

"Oh... I guess I could maybe scrub the paint off them."

"I'd rather you not have to, but we can try if you'd like?"

"Well, I dunno how inconvenient it'd be for you to fix it so Glaurung doesn't suffocate me if I stay colorful."

"Hmm.... I bet I could figure something out... yeah maybe if I...hmmm... Yeah, that'd work!"

"Let's go to my lab, I think I know how we can train our dragon!"

"Okay! How do I help?"

"Hold this!" says Bonesaw, handing the orf an open bottle as she mixes a few different chemicals together, adding them to the bottle as appropriate.

"Hmm...Need a base for thickening just a tiny bit... Some blue?"

Squirt.

And she mixes it all up, causing it to fizz briefly, before adding on a spray bottle top.

"All done! I'm going to wake him up now!" she says, heading over to the sedated Glaurung in the corner, leaving the spray bottle with the orf.

"What do I do with this?"

"Oh you gotta spray him right before he gets you," says Bonesaw while injecting the sleeping dragon.

Mraw??

... The orf shiny is back! It will not be stolen away from him this time.

Spray!

The dragon goes from charging at the orf to throwing himself backward nearly instantly, writhing. 

"The idea is to train him to leave me alone?"

"Yeah! The chemical is one I invented a while ago called Pavlovia - it's a mixture of fear and pain signals along with some other toxins to make sure people get conditioned to avoid things that are associated with it much quicker than normal."

"Are you... pretty sure that if he's scared of me that he won't decide to attack me instead of trying to sleep on me? Sometimes being scary gets you attacked."