All Xerias wanted to do was search for work. Apparently, the dragon had decided not to take human form, as evident when a large dragon was just walking down a street. Luckily, he hadn't flattened anyone yet. Or maybe he did and just didn't realize it. But he was still sending people scurrying to one side of the street. After all, who would want to get trampled?
Xerias groaned, treading carefully so as to avoid stepping on someone. By now, he would've thought it more useful to turn to human form, though at least he didn't have to shove his way past people in dragon form. Still, Xerias had some nasty feeling that it would be much harder to find a bit of work like this.
