Ancalagon looks over the gold, and considers his reply, before responding, "My purpose? I want to create a world where our kin, dragons, are not hunted for our hoards, where the wyrmlings were are not butchered like animals, so their scales can be made into armor. I want us to be left alone, if that is what they want, or to rule the nearby towns, without worrying about being attacked for the fact that they have scales, fangs, and claws, and that the fact that most adventures don't.<br/><br/>My plans for this area? To see if these humans are even willing to try being ruled by our people. I don't burn, rape, or pillage, not since taking over the castle. I attempt to peacefully integrate the nearby towns in, offering protection, and training against bandits if they want, and in return, they give me a slight amount of their surplus.<br/><br/>How just are my actions? I don't know, that is depending entirely upon the person asking and what they believe in. If, for example, you believe that red dragons are incapable of doing anything that benefits others, than other than rolling over and dying, nothing I will do is just."<br/><br/>He did not turn to keep her in front of him, demonstrating a bit of trust on his own part, and let her absorb what he said, before continuing, "Ask almost any of the nearby towns, and they should have no complaints against me. If they do, they know they only have to bring them here to get them resolved. I am bringing order into this area, and while I am doing fine now, I will need more help. Someone that people instinctively trust. Like yourself."