(Sorry for taking so long, all, I had some issues to deal with)
Dewi staggered away as the woman left and had sat sullenly on the floor of the "College" since she had left. The smell of food from inside the room the rest had flocked to sickened him... yet at the same time he was so hungry. How was it possible for a human body to be so hungry? As a dragon that was understandable, he had many livestock delivered to him a day, but how was he supposed to eat a sheep, much less a cow, in this form? Surely it wouldn't fit and he hadn't the maw to eat it. Anger boiled within him once more, mixing with the temper that had roiled about since his unfortunate bout while racing the moon. This was unnacceptable. He needed food, he needed tribute, and he needed his form back. Raising his voice the best he could, (stars, it was so small and... squeaky...) Dewi called through the closed doors, "Thou inhabitants shalt bring me sustenance anon!! I am cross and immensely tired with these games! Anon! Mort--" he clamped his jaw shut, swallowed his pride, and thought of the tall human he had angered earlier. He wasn't afraid of him, not at all, but it was better in this state to keep from angering any others. "Beings," he corrected, "Sustenance and aid!!"