The dragon landed astride the road in front of his column of soldiers. To their credit, they didn’t immediately flee in terror, but rather deployed into a shield line without his having to order it.
“Very impressive,” came a rumbling voice. “They are well trained. Who is your King?”
With a cold chill, he turned to address the dragon. “We serve His Majesty Roldgang the Black!”
“Excellent. Go, tell him I have taken up residence in the mountain, but my tribute will be affordable.”
“The King will raise an army and—”
“Tell him. Let your fine soldiers live another day.”