[ Draco is by no means near the size of most dragons Granby may be familiar with and most certainly no kazilik, but still very obviously a dragon. He's enjoying his meal in relative peace up until he notices the man, the one wisely keeping his distance, but watching him nonetheless. His chewing slows some as he watches Granby right back, yellow eyes narrowing, trying to judge what he might be up to. He can't possibly be the farmer, nor some brash knight, but then what?
He finishes what he was in his toothy maw and finally calls out, voice booming across the hills in the average dragon fashion. ]
You there! Did no one ever tell you that it's not polite to stare?
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He finishes what he was in his toothy maw and finally calls out, voice booming across the hills in the average dragon fashion. ]
You there! Did no one ever tell you that it's not polite to stare?