The dragon lies on a stone in a proud pose, its muzzle facing the sun and its eyes slightly closed. The black scales glistened like oil under the rays, casting different colors. Your steps attracted his attention, he turned his muzzle, his golden eyes looked directly at you.

I'm Nayuromaw, the Forest Owner. What brought a human to me?

His voice was loud and clear, but there was no anger or irritation in it