[This human was different. He looked mostly the same as any other, but he was dressed differently. He looked much more like a person from his world. He even had a crown! Might he be a king? Oh, that would be absolutely wonderful! Alduin had never had the chance to speak with a king before. Surely a king would have many interesting things to speak of.

Alduin, just a small wyrmling of a dragon, no larger than a housecat, scurried along the ground, talons clicking against it. He was bronze in color, but of a very dull sort. His scales had not yet taken on the metallic luster of his elder relatives. As he neared Arthur, he took to the air, flying at about face-level with the man.]

Are you, by chance, a King? I ask only because of the crown you are wearing. From what I have read, only kings wear such things! Am I correct?