Dominic wasn't sure how to answer the General's question. He didn't know any other dragonkin who could do what he did. But he also didn't know any others who were as much dragon as he was.
John and Sheriff Nate only had a few draconic features at most, and it wasn't an issue for them.
"The only thing that I can't reliably hide is my horns." Dominic explained.
The General smiled. "That is understandable, Your Highness. The horns are sacred."
"Please, do come in. Dave, help the others get settled, and get them some breakfast. General, I do hope that your giants don't have any special dietary requirements."
The black winged dragonkin shook his head. "No, they will eat what the Trolls eat."
"Excellent. I must say, you have excellent timing. The King just departed, so we don't need to go through as much of a security assessment."
