The man's mouth opened and closed soundlessly. No words came out of his mouth as they had died in his throat... his war hammer slipped from nerveless fingers and hit the ground with a dull clang.
The dragon looked past him, taking in the other players. The man with the hammer, and three others who were standing not too close to him.
The dragon made a show of thinking, bringing one hand to its chin in a pose of exaggerated contemplation. The gesture was almost comical.
"I have an idea," the dragon said suddenly, snapping its fingers. "Let's play a game. I do so enjoy games. They make the hunt more... interesting."
None of the players responded. They just stared, frozen like rabbits before a serpent.
