Makan watched Samra leave. The elder's distrust was expected, but irritating nonetheless. He couldn't blame them; the only dragon the village had ever dealt with was a murderer. "I am not a monster like the old wyrm," rumbled Makan. "Honor and kin are held in the highest esteem in the East. If I go back on my word, then I disgrace my parents, and every single one of my ancestors and descendants."

The dragon stood, and made his way around the village. The humans here were folk who lived simple lives. Many still distrusted him, but some were more than happy to greet Makan. However when he saw people preparing instruments, he became excited.