Yeah... 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 in terror 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 talk, everyone gets scared or calls the guards. Maybe my dragon speech sounds rude to them?
- I...
- Get out, monster! Someone, save us!!!
I will be in the city of men... I will hear the shaman's call at any time...
I gathered my things and rode off on my horse!
Joe, you wake up. Who am I? Where am I? You are in a cave. There is no way out. What will you do? There is food – underground mushrooms, but it is unknown if they are poisonous or not. So, what will you do?
