You have been a dragon for hundreds of years, you’ve built quite a hoard and many mortal beings have even began to worship you as a god

One day you spot a injured mortal in your territory that was being attacked by goblins

You quickly burned the goblins

“Thank you so much oh mighty dragon, I apologize for disturbing your time but those goblins stopped my mission to come and deliver your gold tax”

the mortal says as they hold up a satchel filled with their cities tax to you