The vast courtyard of the dragon farm was abuzz with activity, overseers and guards walked with purpose urgency, fine armour adorned the guards whilst smart uniforms adorned the overseers.
Yet they were not the only humanoids around, for an equal number of slaves were also present, easily identified by the iron collars around their necks and the feeble state that their bodies were in.
Yet it was the dragons that truly captured Violet's attention.
She watched as dozens of dragons of all different types of colour were being led around, all of whom had similar iron collars around their necks as well.
The sight angered Violet, she knew that she would not have favourable impressions of this place, yet actually seeing it with her own eyes was something else entirely.
The dragons walked with no purpose, their eyes dull and emotionless, lacking that true spark of intelligence that should have been present in such beings.
