XANDER
"What has brought you to our humble abode, Commander Kang?" The village head asked Kang who was standing in front of his dragon with seven soldiers behind him.
Dander couldn't see his face from the direction, but the way his back was squared suggested he was someone who was cocky as hell.
"Do I need permission to come and collect what is due to me, Mr. Village Head?"
The village head bowed. "Have you come for our yearly tax?" He asked in a meek voice while his mother, Dawn, stood aside without saying a thing.
"You could say that," Kang said, yawning. "Believe me I would rather be on my bed, head buried in the bosom of a fair lass, but alas, the Captain has commanded that you must hurry hope with this year's tribute."
The village head seemed startled by that news, while Xander strained his eyes to read their body language. Kang seemed laid back, lazy even. The soldiers behind him as far as Xander was concerned were even worse.
