We all know they count their gold over and over, even to the point of knowing the mean height and content of their piles. But there were no numbers for the total worshippers visiting the Temple. But not in the wings of the dragon, in the wings of the Temple, as though it were a stage, where many players did strut their stuff. So, now there is an element of doubt, that maybe the dragon was able to see the contacts but was not counting them because any slightly edible human was gone, munched before he or she could be counted. But really they had already been Counted.
Temples are tricky places, sometimes to be avoided.
As should small Goddesses. And we all know the only place a Child Goddess is really found is in a tree house at the bottom of the neighbor's garden. So, my Lords and Ladies, by a process of extrinsic logic and nonsense, we have deduced that the dragon lives at the bottom of my neighbor's garden, which is where the Temple of the Flute really is. Good morrow, gentles, may the wind be always at your back and remember St. George did the same thing for England that St. Paddy did for Ireland. St. George did the same thing for England, but with dragons.