History never repeats.
It all started back in NeverWinter Nights 2002, whilst visiting a large town, in a rather tough part of the world. We were novice adventurers, ill-prepared, and desperately needed to rest up, restock before heading back into the wilds. In the middle of the town square, was a large benevolent gold dragon. Let's just say they don't take kindly to having their pockets picked, nor did the townspeople react favorably to having their guardian being angered. We had to flee that town - never to return.
(I think we may have all later died of starvation, due to poor equipment and provisions - my memory is a little fuzzy)
I don't known what Craig has done here (pictured above), but the villagers all seem to want a piece of him.
(I wish I had taken a picture of that Gold Dragon - whilst he was still friendly.)