Creative Writing: Dragons

Dragons are solitary by nature. Although several species are known to hunt in packs and live as clans, their lives are still extremely separate from one another, with members of a dragon clan living anywhere within up to seven kilometers away from the Alpha’s den.
This information is exactly why Green locked herself in the attic of the local pub. Nine dragons, She screamed in her head. There had been nine dragons outside that cave, NINE DRAGONS! A small mottled one, a sky-blue firemind, a parchment ridgeback, TWO ice-spiners, a hellkite, an emerald drake, a blue wake-diver, and a mystery specimen… They can’t all be from the same clan, they’d all be similar species! WHAT DOES THIS MEAN!?

Green’s naturally neat and straight black hair

“No problem. I’ll look into the bounty situation. You take care… and try to stay out of trouble.”
Sol nodded, heading out onto the street.

What a guy, Green thought to herself, making her way to one of the break rooms. Producing a set of keys from her pocket, she meticulously fingered through them until she came upon the dark cast-iron key with the triangle ring, and inserted it into the hole and turned it, locking herself in the room for privacy. “Let’s see what we have here,” she mumbled to herself, unfurling the roll of parchment Sol had passed her.
It was the typical wanted poster, alright. An image of the suspect, along with their name and any crimes that they could be linked to. Green couldn’t help but laugh. The depiction of Kiya was horribly off, her nose being far too large and her eyes too far apart, giving her the look of some sort of primitive lifeform. One thing that struck her off, though, was the lack of a stated reward. The crimes that Kiya was suspected of were not at all serious, mostly petty theft and disorderly conduct, but in most cases, there was some sort of reward for bringing the criminal in.
Green stashed the rolled-up poster back into her pocket and exited the room. “Thomas, I need you to cover my shift, would that be

“Liz? Can I speak with Liz?”
A man with messy jet-black hair stepped up to the counter, his maroon cloak dragging behind him. “I’m sorry,” he said, adjusting his reading glasses. “Elizabeth is on break at the moment. Do you have an appointment with her?”
Green shook her head. “She’s a close friend, and I have an inquiry regarding a wanted poster I recently came across.”
“I can fetch her if it’s urgent,” The man said.
“Oh no, it’s fine, I can wait for her.”
The man nodded, turning to go back to wherever he was, but stopped. “Oh, here she is.” The woman who had just stepped in brushed some of her blond hair from her face.
“Does someone need me?”
The man gestured towards Green.
“Ah, Green… What brings you in today?”
She set the poster down on the counter. “I need some information about this poster. I have reason to believe that the suspect may have been wrongfully accused.”
Elizabeth lifted the poster, examining it. “Slash, could you come here for a moment?”
The man with black hair got up from his desk once more, inspecting the poster himself. “Hmmm…” He tore off a small corner of the parchment and returned to his desk, pulling out a match and setting the torn corner in an ashtray, before striking the match and burning the paper. He closely examined the ashes that remained. “Whoever printed this, it wasn’t here. This parchment is