“Why aren’t there any dragons?” Harold looked up from his book on mythological creatures, wondering whether to mark it as fiction since he’d met so many of those depicted.
Jasfoup shrugged. “They were hunted to extinction,” he said. “The last one on this plane died in 1374.”
“Are there still some on other planes?”
“Oh yes.” Jasfoup smiled. “There are several on the Elven plane and at least two on the Faery one. There’s more in Hell.”
“Why hunt such beautiful creatures?” Harold asked. “Are they really that dangerous?”
The demon shrugged. “Not really,” he said. “But they are delicious.”