The dragon looked at the tiny figure standing in front of him. Puny human, thought the dragon. It was amused by the many ways he could snuff the life out of this insignificant being - a flick of the tail perhaps, or a gout of fire to reduce flesh and bones to ashes in mere seconds. That put a smile to its face - if one could imagine how a smiling dragon looks like.
But unknown to the mighty dragon, that is no mere mortal standing a few feet away, wrapped up in a dark cloak, with its hood down, the face barely visible. Showing neither fear nor concerns, but just stood there waiting.
Then again, a dragon is no mere mortal either...
