A scarlet dragon lay twisted around a fire pit under a black porcelain sky dotted with sparkling stars on a soft summer night. His breath breathed in and fire streamed out roasting a great bullock on a silver spit. Raising his golden flagon of ale, the dragon toasted the ranchers in the valley. They might have answered if they weren’t the fare at last night’s banquet. The silence suited him well as he ripped open a flank of steaming meat.