[center][u][h3]Mr. Scarper Montmorency[/h3][/u][/center]
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Upon the arrival of a rather charming young man, Scarper was briefly distracted by the boy's protruding wings. Entranced by them, Scarper reached into his inner vest pocket and retrieved his spectacles to get a clearer look at them leaning towards him ever so slightly.

[i]"Hm. Very interesting. This boy must be of the more 'enchanting' races. Why, this boy may not be a boy at all and ages older than myself!"[/i]

Chuckling quietly and pleasantly to himself, Scarper turned his attention to the dragon's scales upon the 'boy's' mention and had to nod in agreement. They did seem to be rather stunning in colour and appeared to be very hardy. Grabbing at his chin, he pondered if the dragon wouldn't be opposed to parting with a few for his closer examination. Tools or weapons fashioned from that may be quite durable and fetch a pretty penny at market. Not to be actively removed from said dragon of course, but perhaps scales that had been shed or molted. Did dragons shed? Scarper puzzled over this thought, slightly infuriated that he did not know very much at all of such creatures. His brows furrowed together deep in thought before he returned to the realm of the living, leaving his own inner world. He would have to remember to request a few scales later, and made a mental note to study up on dragons. Where was the nearest library or bookstore? Perhaps he could have a sit down with the dragon itself to ask direct questions, if they weren't opposed to the notion...

Startled by a sudden voice resonating within his head, Scarper jumped and looked about himself to determine their location. It wasn't until he had the mind to look up at the dragon so intensely staring down at him did he realize.

[i]"Oh. That lovely voice was not a sign of my loss of sanity."[/i]
Blinking, his lips slightly parted as his view of the dragon elevated a few planes.
[i]"At least now, I know of the dragon's name and gender. How should I address her properly, though? Lady? Miss? Madam? Ma'am? What would be the proper title..."[/i]
Scarper froze, standing stll.
[i]"Wait. Can she hear my inner most and private thoughts? Curious. Curious indeed."[/i]
Shaking his head, he kept his hat against his chest as he bowed more deeply this time out of newfound increased respect for the majestic dragon.
[b]"Pleasure to make your acquaintance..."[/b]
He thought quickly. Would lady or miss be too young and insulting? Madam or ma'am too old and still insulting?
[b]"...Honorable Ashwing."[/b]
[i]"In spades, I've got it."[/i]
Pleased with himself, his faint smile grew a little more as he turned his bowler hat in hand and returned it to his head.
Steadying himself by placing both of his hands on his walking cane, he was surprised to see his request granted by the grandiose dragon as she stepped aside.
Looking up at the Honorable Ashwing as she turned to face him, he was again pleasantly surprised to be addressed by her. She even requested of him! He couldn't be more pleased with the current events of the day as he immediately stepped off with a slight spring in his step.
[b]"Ah! Of course Honorable Ashwing! At once, at once!"[/b]
Quickly smoothing the front of his clothing and making minor adjustments here at there, Montmorency reached for the door to the Strumpet Inn and stepped inside. Invigorated with a certain electric excitement, he dared to even consider himself brimming with positive energy. His back even felt a little less pained.

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Door swinging opening, Scarper's senses were immediately treated to a veritable feast. Colourful characters and bar patrons abound, conducting themselves in various forms of merriment. Music wondrously playing in the background and tickling his ears with their lovely tunes as he took in the environment. Smells of delicious and delectable plates of hot food wafted all 'round him as he made his direct path towards the bar deeper within the inn. A few jolly characters paid him little mind, with other seedier characters still eyed him as if determining his net worth as a potential target for unsavory acts. Regardless, Scarper had been tasked with a mission, and by a dragon no less! So, striding up to the counter of the bar, Montmorency removed his hat as he addressed the reptilian bartender.

[b]"Excuse me, sir? My name is Scarper Montmorency and I am currently seeking the owner of this fine establishment. Might you know who he is so that I may direct him outside? There is a rather congenial and affable dragon that wishes to speak with him. She had made mention of wish-making?"[/b]


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