Early in the morning, the streets are quiet and empty. The people know better by now. The first thing they hear is the grumbling stomach of the mammoth drake. A roaring hunger that echoes through the streets. Next come the footsteps, as he moves his tonnage towards his next meal.
The buffets in town know to start cooking in the early ours of the morning. Anything to sate the drake for now.
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Commission for Zero Whitefang!