"Ah, these are not dragons, but drakes. If Elkridge had a problem with DRAGONS, we would have to send our entire army!" He chuckles a bit to himself..."no, these drakes are more like wee cousins of dragons, and this is a breed that were once raised for warfare, in the empires of the North. War-wing Drakes, they called them. Much smarter than the regular guard drakes those filthy kobolds raise. These can be made to carry riders into battle. I bet that's a fearsome sight, a drake as big as a horse, flying through the air with a soldier on it's back!"
"Anyway, no riders have been seen, these seem to be just feral animals eating livestock and what not. The poor village just needs some help clearing them out - they don't have any standing militia, and they're a bit too remote for mercen..., ah "adventurers" like yourself to pay them regular visits. So, I've been asked to hire someone to take care of their little problem."