Lars sat back in his lawn chair, a cold beer in one hand and a fishing pole in the other. This was the life, calm, tame. Feeling the warm breeze on his bare scales as he looked out into the lake

"Damn. Kinda miss the action of a mercenary, but you can't beat this view."

He spoke aloud to no one imparticular, though it did seem like he saw you out of the corner of his eye

"Y'know I can see you, right? I can smell you as well. Not that you stink, I got a good nose."

He chuckled as he picked up his fishing pole and started to reel it in

"You got business here? Or are you just trespassing on my private property?"