Fatrhon the Dragon looked at the knight and shook his head. The human's hands were aquiver and his face was pale as death.

"There, there, calm yourself!" the dragon said with a toothish grin. "I'm just about to have dinner. You're invited!"

"W-w-w-hat are you having?"

Fatrhon smiled, then shot forth a great stream of fire. "Roast chicken."