((Lol.))

Makan growled, raising his head up. "Stop! Calling! Me! Dragon! I have a name, and it is Makan, descendant of the first Dragon Lord Clefspeare!" He moved so his body encircled the girl. "The dragons you know were the ones who followed the thinking that man ought to serve us or die." Makan lowered his voice, no longer irritated. "They broke with the Old Code." Although small for a dragon, Arya was still only as tall as his hip. He laid his bulk down. "Long ago, when man was young and the dragon already old, the wisest of our race took pity on man. He gathered together all the dragons, making them vow to watch over man, always."

"It was our race who taught you how to read and write, to farm, and even to build," said Makan. "We taught you how to control fire. But that brought about the use of metal weapons, which is why many dragons broke with the Old Code."