'My god, I hate the summertime.' Zero thought to himself, walking down the street, fanning himself with a piece of paper he was holding in his hand regarding his latest client. As a hired swordsman, he was normally travelling around to take on tasks for his clients. He stood out in the gray trench coat he was wearing. Zero stopped in his tracks when he spotted an odd basket sitting on the path. "Huh? Who left this here? That's a bit weird." Zero said to himself, taking a look around before reaching towards the basket, but stopped himself. "No, it probably belongs to someone. They'll likely get pissed off if some shady guy snatches up their weird basket." Zero continued, letting out a sigh and continuing to move forward, looking at the paper he held in his hand again while he walked.
(Maybe the dragon can breathe blue fire and speak telepathically or something, unless it can already understand and speak English. Maybe it can also take on a human form as a sort of disguise. I don't know. I'm thinking up these ideas while tired, which isn't a good idea at all :P)