Ferences hits him on the head with the scroll, dropping it and drawing the powder from his cloak with that hand. He breaks the bag over the dragon's head.
Ferences grins up at the dragon. "Ah now see I think this is all just a misunderstanding. If we could just talk this out and get this scroll delivered..." He flaps the scroll at the dragon while subtly moving to reach inside his cloak with the other hand.
"Surely you must be mistaken Master Dragon. I've never seen anything like it in my entire life,"
He threw his arm around the dragon's leg (the equivalent of throwing his arm around the dragon's shoulder but he's huge) "What say you we ask your colleague?"
"Well, Master Samuel - may I call you Sam? - we were hoping to deliver this to our friends before they go shopping." Ferences pulled out the scroll of gibberish and showed it to Samuel.
Ferences nodded. "It's most certainly not cocaine Miss Cerouge, but yes," He wheels around to face the dragon who had been following the pair, raising his arms theatrically. "Greetings, Master Dragon! What can we help you with?"