[center][u][h3]Mr. Scarper Montmorency[/h3][/u][/center]
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Black dress shoes clacking against the pavement in cadence with the tapping end of his walking cane, Scarper was leisurely strolling along the street towards his destination. One famous local inn by the name of 'Strumpet' he had learned of upon his arrival in town, which had piqued his curiosity. Smiling to no one in particular, he was tickled by the thought of such a funny-sounding name for an inn. It reminded him of some sort of brass instrument and brought back fond memories of music he had listened to when he was younger. However, the day had different plans in store for him, as a thunderous crash and the following bellowing roar interrupted him from his thoughts. Startled, he had jumped a little. His hat nearly falling off of his head, which he had to readjust. Off in the distance, he saw the magnificent and towering form of a terrifying creature. Blinking, he rubbed at his eyes as he reached into his inner vest pocket and pulled out his spectacles.

Setting them onto the bridge of his nose, he whistled impressively as he stood in the middle of the street. He couldn't believe his eyes, was that a [i]dragon[/i]?

[i]"Wonderful."[/i]
Scarper thought to himself.
[i]"What a splendid sight to start this day with."[/i]
Scarper [i]hmm'ed[/i] as he removed his glasses and returned them to his vest pocket.
His curiosity and interest trumping any instinctual urge to run and flee out of fear or terror.

The townspeople however, seemed to not think along the same lines as he.
Men, women, and children were in an uproar and moving as quickly as they could away from the creature.
Some of them even had cases of luggage with them, in a hurry to get out of town.
As a man in a horse drawn-carriage approached, belongings and family in tow, Scarper stood in front of his way and halted the man. The horses neighing their displeasure at the sharp-dressed man as he rounded them to speak with their driver.

[b]"Ah. Excuse me sir, my name is Scarper Montmorency and I am currently attempting to locate a certain local inn of yours."[/b]
Scarper removed his bowler hat temporarily as he gave a short polite bow of the head before turning his hat in his hand and returning it.
Montmorency then reached into his vest and pulled out a little brown leather-bound book, opening it to review some notes he had jotted down from previously.
[b]"As I am not very directionally inclined, I am at a bit of a quandary. You see, I am currently lost and-"[/b]
The ragged looking man seated at the front of the carriage looked over his shoulder and let out an exasperated growl.
[b]"Lookee here, mister. If you aren't happenin' to be aware of the sitcheeation, there's a bloody [i]dragon[/i] that has just made ets appearance. So if you could kindly [i]spit it out[/i] and get on with it!" [/b]
Blinking, Scarper turned his head to look at the dragon and then back at the man.
[i]"Of course, but there is no need to be so crass and rude."[/i]
Scarper thought, keeping the words confined to his mind.
[b]"Of course, of course, sir. I am currently looking for the Strumpet Inn? Perhaps you could point me in the correct location."[/b]
The man scoffed and guffawed, jabbing a finger in the direction of the dragon.
[b]"Well, head towards dat thar [i]dragon[/i] and you'd be right there!"[/b]
The disheveled vagrant of a man looked Scarper over and mulled a few loose thoughts in his noggin before finishing.
[b]"Now, y'seem like a well-meanin' fellow. My recommendation? Head the opposite direction. There are finer places to ogle women and guzzle mead, my friend! Now, g'day sir! HYAH!"[/b]
The man snapped on the reins and Scarper stepped aside just in time to avoid being run over by the carriage.
Watching as the carriage vanished down the road, Scarper couldn't help but wonder what the issue was.

Turning towards the dragon once more, he couldn't understand why anyone felt intimidated by such a creature.
From its body language and current actions, it didn't seem to wish to cause undue harm or destruction.
More importantly, Scarper wanted to know why it had chosen this day to make an appearance. For the better part of his childhood, he had only heard tell of stories of legendary creatures. He couldn't even begin to fathom its purpose for appearing now. Was it an omen? A portent of things to come? For Scarper, the dragon was a herald. A messenger of great things to come in his future. With his usual faint smile, Scarper made his way towards Strumpet Inn. And the dragon.

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It only took a few minutes stroll, it would've been faster had Scarper's back not chosen to torture him this day, but once he arrived he stood a respectable distance from the dragon who happened to land right in front of the inn he was searching for. Looking up at the creature, Scarper removed his bowler hat and placed it against his chest. Hopefully the creature wouldn't see such an action as hostile, as the man meant no ill will towards it. He called out to it.

[b]"Ah. Excuse me! Dragon!"[/b]
He didn't know how to differentiate between a male and female dragon and he wasn't about to insult the glorious creature.
[b]"Ah. Good day, dragon! Pardon me, but my name is Scarper Montmorency!"[/b]
Unfortunately, he knew such creatures had names. But for the life of him and cursing poor memory, he didn't know what name this dragon went by.
[b]"It was my goal today to stop at this fine establishment of which you are currently blocking the entrance to! Forgive me if I come off as bold or forward, but may I ask that you kindly step aside?"[/b]
He waited for the creature to notice and address him, a few stray townspeople from afar looked at Scarper as if he were insane. But what was the worst that could happen? The dragon turn around and crush him into mush? Eat him? Immolate him with fire? Any which way, such would be the tale of his life. It was of no matter to Scarper. He spoke to it as if he was attempting to strike up conversation with a stranger, to whom he was simply trying to get to know. Wait. Could dragons even speak? He hoped so.
[b]"Ah, pardon my lack of manners, dragon! But may I also ask you of your name, so that I may properly address you in the future?"[/b]
Either Scarper was intensely brave or incredibly foolish, but he was honestly standing there and carrying on as if there was nothing wrong with chatting up a fierce and deadly dragon.

To be determined by anyone observing.