"I am Krustach, speaking-head of Tribe Strongvine, proud descendants of the servants of the Blue!" His nose sniffs the air. "I smell your muletrain," he says, "are you settlers, come to drive us further from our ancestral lands?" He barks, a series of short, sharp sounds, and a moment later you realise he's laughing. "Take them," he laughs, "let it be your labors thieved by the Blackscale in guise of 'tribute', your spawn-" (in Draconic, you know this not to have the same negative connotation it would in common) "-roasted upon their cooking pits or-" he snaps brutally at the air, and you think he would cry if his biology allowed it, "-devoured whole and<span style="font-style: italic">screaming</span>," he finishes.