A shadow formed in the smoke. Then a snout, covered in scales, green as emeralds on grass, gave way to intelligent eyes the colour of gold. The dragon coiled in on itself, stared down at them and ran its tongue lazily across its fangs.
“Brave warriors,” it hissed in a feigned tremble, tail batting slow and sly. “Have you come to slay this poor beast and steal its treasure?”
Owl dropped his sword and urged Raccoon to do the same.
“No, dragon,” Owl said, stepping forward. “We’ve traveled all this way, across desolate brown fields because we need your help.”