Like all - fair, most - myths, the Germanic myths about dragons were both horribly contrived and awfully biased. Humans always tended to demonize that which was bigger, badder, and older than them. Earth, water, air, the ginormous (or tiny) scaly lizard, even love. (Which was fair, because Andrew was fairly certain that the distraction in his head was some condition meant do drive him to distraction, leading to imminent death a la roast by dragon.) But he would be the first to proclaim that they were misunderstood creatures.
Except perhaps by poachers, and certain German towns which, having recognized the dragons' infinite might, and the warding capabilities of dragon keepers, had actually sent message to the Reservation. Andrew had assembled a team of a few keepers to dispatch to the northern town, bolstered by an obliviator, to handle the situation. He was hardly the lead on the team. They were all had more thhan enough burn marks or scars to spend a couple nights comparing battle wounds. But by the other side of the galleon, he was tasked with dealing with the messy logistics - "the not fun bit" - as far as Roma was concerned.
Andrew apparated in the forest and trekked down to the village. With a rendevouz set at the tavern, all he had to do was wait for the rest of the unit too show up, hopefully before h e let curiosity buy him a drink or take him for a walk.
Opennnnnn: I've put le dragon signal up in the skkyy. come play.