“RAAAAAAAAAARGH!” 
Grushtov gave a bloody, enraged, and quite possibly insane grimace to every single patron in the room. 
“I-it’s a dragon, ri-?”

The oversized hyena sank its fangs into the poor human’s torso before he could even scream in pain. The rest of the drunks suddenly upped their senses and hastily made for the doors, amidst the screams of the bar girls. The hyena, of course, believed that why not use a premade door when you can get a new one? 
Several broken wooden walls later, Grushtov the hyena rampaged throughout the night market. He, of course, did not go near the slaves: smelly meat, and all bone. He went for the pampered, fat aristocrats and merchants. Much more meat, perfume was pleasant, but they took longer to get through all the fat which meant more annoying screams and howls before they died. Ah, such was luck.
Now, don’t sidetracked, Grushtov. Remember master’s mission.
After feasting on the corpse of a noble, the oversized hyena made a beeline for the town hall. Along the way, he stopped alongside a house. A pretty big one.
Big houses = more humans.
More humans = more food.
That simple. 
Oh, and pity about the door. Nasty splinters, one can get from that one.