The black dragon landed in the middle of the village. 'The mountain is my home now! Give me a maiden every month or I'll destroy everything!'
A small man in official wear walked up to it with a clipboard. 'Excuse me, have you applied for a permit to build a home?'
'Huh? What-'
'And although humans are not specified, if you mean to eat the maiden you will need a hunting license.'
'But-'
'Then there's the communal tax. Do you have a fixed income?'
The dragon was already gone.