Graeme reached the edge of the clearing. He saw the creature, a dragon. He surveyed his surroundings swiftly to make sure no one else was around - no one else needed to come to harm. The wind lifted the bottom of his cloak dramatically. He had to keep himself from smoothing it down again.

"You," he started, "half-dragon." The youth didn't need to be addressed - he'd been watching Graeme the entire time. It was easy to see he was powerful - corded muscle shifted as he kept his wings furled by his back. The air smelled of smoke and pine. "What business do you have with the civilians of this city? Why do you seek to harm them?" He took a step forward, but did not plan to attack until he heard the half-dragon's reply.