Squeaking wheels, clanging tracks, ropes and leather straps, a cart full of cole, the dragon has been pulling for hours, his wings are tied tight to his back, his four legs are chained up and the barbels of the cart are strapped to his sides. You stop the cart and dump the cole. You get in front of the dragon and remove his muzzle as a small reward for his work "Master I've been a good little drag, please may I have some water?" Said the dragon with a pleading look with a hint of love on him