“Crrraaacccckkkk!!!” The once sturdy table that the black and orange dragon sat on had finally reached its limiteds. The dragon’s enormous heft fell to the ground, knocking the table over too. As if he didn’t notice the fall, Vulk grabbed the mug of ale and started to down its contents. Once he finished he let out a massive belch that let flame erupt into the air.
“BBBUUUURRRRAAAAA!!! More food for Vulk! Vulk have bounty to pay!” the dragon bellowed as he reached for another plate.
Behind the counter of the tavern a timid efling just scrubbed a glass trying not to watch the dragon devour everything (silverware and glasses included) in front of him. A larger gruff man came from behind and glared at the dragon.
“That lizard is going to clean out our entire stores at this rate,” the man grumbled.
“B-but he says he got that gang that was terrorising the town,” the elf replied.
“Supposedly...”
“Did you want to check?”
As the dragon lifted an entire barrel of mead over his head and started to down its contents. Two bulges pushed out against the orange under scales. Upon close look they looked to be two hands pushing out against the flesh around them. Then a face appeared before them, it gasping out. It mouthed something incoherent as it was slowly pushed back under the surface of the orange scales.
The man’s eyes blinked nervously, “I-I’ll g-go get the next course...” As he stepped back into the kitchen.

Commission from  madhattermonster