Magnus’s RPG empire on the portal.

Hmm... Not a bad sight – a dragon in the middle of the meeting hall. Some of them, apparently, have never seen dragons before, as one of the people approached me and started poking my scales with his finger. - Uh... Well... The shaman told me to come here. - Everyone, terrified, scattered and hid wherever they could. - Did I say something wrong? - The vassals huddled even more tightly in their corners. I don't understand – every time I try to speak, everyone gets scared or calls the guards. Maybe "dragon" sounds rude to them somehow? - I... - Get away, monster! Save us, someone!