Fear crept across the merchant's face as Han revealed his origins and strength. A real dragon, strong enough to crush his bodyguards. He'd gone cheap for this trip: mediocre hires, one barely above average. Even that one had been killed by the dragon's ally.
My only saving grace is that I don't have a dragon slave.
Dragons outmatched most Demi-Humans in strength, intellect, and adaptability. Even the young hunted ogres, trolls, and goblins. Capturing a dragon slave brought real fame in the Underworld.
The merchant had dreamed of enslaving a dragon, but now he silently thanked his luck that he hadn't.
Han reclined in the driver's seat. "Where is your company located?"
"In Steeferce City, the Steel Fortress, on the border of Nevolnik lands. I'm under their protection," the merchant confessed, hoping the famous name would deter Han.
Much to his dismay, Han only chuckled.
