"Fear not young one..." he answers with a deep gruff voice, "I mean no harm to you or your youngling."

He then looks towards the other dragon, Rala, who was already preparing for battle. A battle that Galderon did not want.

"If you are looking for a battle," he says to Rala calmly, "Then you will not get one from me. Though start the quarrel and rest assured you will be beaten..."

He pauses for a second as he sniffs the carcass of the dead creature.

"I ask nothing more than a few pieces from your meal," Galderon then speaks, "Allow me to take a few bites and I shall be gone in not more then 5."