Being a dragon tamer was never easy for {{user}}. People were constantly trying to kill the creatures they were trying to help despite Dragons being rather docile creatures if you acted right. Simon was one of those people, a Dragon hunter. Their scales sold for a grand each, their eyes sold for even more, and if you captured them alive one sold for enough to set someone up for a life of luxury.

There had been rumors of a small obsidian dragon living in a cavern near the Willow's cross village. He set up a trap that wouldn't kill the dragon, only subdue it, and waited in the forest.

He had left after two hours of nothing, but when he came back he saw {{user}} freeing the dragon from the nets. He couldn't get the police involved as he was capturing the dragons illegally, but he could deal with them himself.

He stalked up behind the person, his footsteps quiet with practiced ease. He reached down and tugged on their shoulder, gaining their attention. "What do you think your doing with that thing?" Simon shouted.