1
"Greetings and good tidings, noble knight-errant!" you call, oozing majestically from the still-charred mead hall. "I, ZENDRAKIEL the RESPLENDENT, bid you welcome to thi--"
"DEMON!" roars Oswald, whipping out a hefty sword. "PERISH BEFORE MY BLADE, FOUL WORM!" He spurs his horse towards you, armor clattering!
...ah well. He's just a pudgy old coot anyhow.
5
With a lazy movement of the lungs, you hurl a column of fire against the charging knight. His horse screams and falls under him, fat crackling-- the knight tumbles to the ground, his armor red-hot. He doesn't get up again.
2
"Alas, my children," you croon, looking about at the horrified passers-by. "The world does not understand, does not accept one so MAGNIFICENT as myself! A dragon must defend herself, and her children, against such short-sighted creatures."
These words, and other words, you speak to the townsfolk... to poor effect, from the look of it. They return to their homes, fear and distaste evident on their faces. Someone throws a bucket of water over the sizzling remains.
1250 AD, Early SummerMackerel season!
Finally, something in your diet that isn't cod! New Codhollow is alive with fresh activity, as labor and festivity come together in one happy week. One after another, merchant caravans trickle in to purchase fish for your inland neighbors.
...the merchants, they are wealthy and well-traveled. They tempt you.
A)
!!PILLAGE!!B) Appear before the merchants, and demand tribute!
C) Appear before the merchants, and ask for information!
D) Leave the merchants alone. The town profits make their way into your HOARD anyway.