"Humans, little bird, are dragonbane. They proclaim themselves above all and take accordingly," He sighed, and saw that he'd have to explain himself. He cleared his throat, a grating, rumbling sound, and continued, "The number one reason Dragons die, is because some human boy wants to prove his worth to his petty house or to impress a mate who'll be gone ten times over before the dragon he slayed had even been out of childhood. They are parasites, and while some are companion worthy, interesting and fair among their monstrous kind, there are a thousand who posses nothing more than greed and hate for not only anything alien to them but also to their own kind. We drakes can be harsh and angry, but even we respect our own."
