You try to break free,but the fairy dust turned you into a fae dragon,and the
touch of iron saps the strength of your kind
The chains and manacles are of course made of iron.
Now,though you don't know yet,that noise you made
"Wharrachen" is actually your dragon name,which your prewired reptillian brain
slips into what passes for dragon speech.
It also happens to be the clan of a particularly nasty dragon in these parts
named Wharrach Ur,or Wyrach Ur in the Vulgar tongue.
So yeach,these folk certainly took a interest in you when you bellowed out
Wharrach En ( Wyrach En )
The terrified humans huddle amongst themselfs,debating what to do with you.
Finally the war chief Erik the Brave strides over and cleaves your chains with
that war axe of his,releasing you.
He motions at you to flap off,depart,vamoose,get thee away from these regions.
Instead you shuffle onto all fours and foolishly
bellow Wharrachen? at the chief,who pelts you with sticks,trying to make you go away...