While the more cowardly townspeople ran in terrified circles, the bravest planted their feet, aimed their bows, and loosed arrows upward at a furious rate. Most fell short, but a few came close enough to hear the whizz, and one or two bounced off Midz-Aset's scaly underbelly. After a while he grew bored, and flew off in the direction of home.
"I don't see why you bother terrorizing them if you're not going to bother eating anyone," Winnis the Oreiad wondered aloud, as the dragon landed on the mountainside by the cavern-mouth entrance to his lair.
"Because it annoys them."