The desire to fire again when the dragon keeps moving is strong, but the calm tone from the stranger makes him pause a moment longer.

A moment long enough to notice that the dragon really does not seem to be more than an image- it makes no sound on the roof, and it glows in a most unusual fashion. It spoke though.

"It may be that things are different in this world, but I have never known a dragon who did not delight in causing pain to others only because they wished it." His fingers do not stray from the string of his bow, where another arrow is already fitted. "If you are friends, then say so and already you will have my apology."