The Dragon Commands Respect

 The red haired man sat upon a throne made from bones, mounds of gold at his feet. Young Scarrin women fanned his body with large ornate fans made from steel. Several dozen men and women prostrated themselves before him, humbly praying to him, praising his might. Others came bearing gifts of food, drink, or more precious artifacts. The red haired man smiled.

 "This is more like it." His mirth was evident in his voice. "If you all had known your place from the beginning, more of you would have survived. As it is, I still need those to worship me in order to regain my strength." He laughed heartily. "Yes! Praise me! Praise A'grappa the Dragon."