Abdula

Abdula thrusts her claw at you.
“I said two silver pieces. This bread isn't even worth that. If you want to sell it to me, fine. If you don't I'll take my business elsewhere.”
Abdula, notorious for striking a hard bargain at the market where you work. She has deep pockets though, so everyone feels obligated to be ingratiated towards her.
You hand the bread over to her gently and smile. A smile which turns immediately to a sour scowl as she turns away. What a witch.
There she goes again, winging away with her goods as usual. Squirreling them away into her proper dragon hoard.

She lands atop a cliff with a deep cave set into the rock. A myriad of little eyes turn her way. Small dragons of all breeds gamble out of the candle-lit cavern, swarming over her, all talking over one-another:
“Mama! What are we eating for lunch today? What did you get?”
“Mom I'm hungry!”
“I missed you mommy!”
“Mom, Timmy kept pulling my tail while you were gone. I told him to stop and he wouldn't. Put him in time out!”

A magnanimous smile spreads across her face, so contrasting to the hard, unflinching mask she showed when in the village.