[color=red][h3]Drizzak[/h3][/color][hr] The door to the tavern swung open, letting in the light of the outside world for a moment before swinging shut once more. A few sets of eyes turned to regard the peculiar shape that entered, and the shape stared back. A shrill, frantic voice called out at a particularly intrigued patron. It sounded like steel scraping granite. 

[color=red]"What you look at, huh?! You never see'd pretty dragon 'afore?"[/color]

The sound of cloth shifting dampened the sound of the waddling that got louder as the shape neared the table the group was situated around. Drizzak had already read up on the posting. He knew where he needed to be. From beneath the table, a sudden bump came. A few seconds of silence passed before a small, green creature, garbed in red cloth, wrestled his way onto a stool. A comically oversized sack sat on his back and a shabby-looking crossbow lay tied to him with dirty frayed string. 

Once Drizzak had settled, he took a few moments of wobbling upon his stool to look at his company. As he came to balance himself, his crooked teeth shone through his wide smile. So many different shapes and colors in this group. Such a strange group for a dragon to rule over, but it would have to do.

[color=red]"Drizzak hear you needing help. Drizzak give you power of dragon. He help."[/color]