Dragon Microbiologist. That is all. -- TheDragonsFlame
The beast had been spotted over rivers and streams. Its visits were always brief, but they were methodical. Which was why Sir Valiant had been able to catch it at this point.
"Hold," he demanded, when the dragon lit at this particular point in the river that fed the city its water. "What vile villainy do you have planned, foul beast?"
The dragon turned its mighty head and examined Sir Valiant with each eye. "Pardon? I'm gathering samples." Clasped lightly between two claws was an impossibly small phial, which the creature filled with water. "Just being clear. You haven't been dumping your waste in this stream, have you? That would skew my study."