The elder dragon continued to speak, its deep, rumbling voice carrying an air of authority that somehow managed to coexist with its bizarrely casual tone. "Yo, so here's the deal. This land? Mine. Been here for centuries. Don't care about any king's decree. But you, little human, you've got guts. I'll give you that."
Alfraed nodded, his expression serious despite the absurdity of the situation. "I understand, elder Vyrath. And I respect your claim. But these lands are vast. Surely there's room for both of us?"
Vyrath tilted his massive head, his molten gold eyes narrowing slightly as he considered Alfraed's words. The dragon's tail swished lazily, sending a gust of wind that ruffled the nearby trees. "Room, huh? Maybe. But what's in it for me, yo? You humans always want something. What do I get out of this?"
