Under the faint dragon prestige emanating from this still immature white dragon, humans and animals unconsciously kept their distance. Those powerless to move laid on the ground, for it made them feel a bit better.
Commoners and adventurers moved away while a group of people clad in white robes bearing a white dragon clutching a scroll badge on its chest greeted it. Their attitude was humble and respectful.
"Dragon Lord, do you need anything?"
"I'm hungry." The White Dragon scratched its stomach, hesitated for a moment, and then expressed its need. Honestly, if it hadn't failed to find any beasts to hunt in the sky, it wouldn't have entered a human gathering place to look for food.
"Three frozen yaks, as decreed by our great Queen, will cost you three silver coins." Soon, this group of robed humans seemingly in its service, brought forth three frost-covered yak corpses and placed them before the white dragon.