-"Come on, no need to fight among ourselves. Earlier it was the heat talking. I apologize for any offense or memories I might have tarnished."- Dwarfs. Greedy bastards, the whole lot of them. Dug too deep? Their damn fault then. I wonder how old the dwarf was when the abyssal creatures attacked him or his people. If that happened to him while he was 7 or so, he might have had a point. Hell, if a dragon appeared now I would take him on without a glimpse of fear or hesitation, if taking him on was the only option left...
A figure could be seen moving in the distance, barely noticeable, until it spread it's majestic copper wings, quickly taking flight east of their location. Dragons, always thought of them as majestic creat...-wait, A DRAGON? 
-Did..did anyone see that? Or is the heat playing tricks on my mind?-reaching behind for the water barrel, he untapped the part where he had stabbed it during his rage of thirst in the city, filling his water canister and splashing it on his face to be refreshed. Filling it up again, he drank until his thirst was sated then closed it and stuck it to his belt.