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Amongst the towering mountains that protruded from the terra below rested a cave on Dragon's Peak. A place known for dragon activity but none more so than a beast of massive size, larger than most of the scaled creatures around. He was an Old Scale by dragon terms, a relic dying out from the old war but still young and eager to travel. He laid curled up upon smoldering rock and ash, a way to keep warmer in this higher atmosphere. He had heard of the fighting around the different towns near Fotia and given it not much thought, say for the smaller unknown towns who he had provided coin for so it could expand and prosper. He did have enough coin for the people as his mountain seemed to be made of it. Caverns and tunnels full of the precious metals amongst gems and other valuables. The sound of a scaled beast landing upon his dwelling came with a light growl from him but alas a light growl from something so large even made some of the smaller ones take heed. 

Off to his side, a [url=https://assets.vg247.com/current/2015/03/the_witcher_3_geralt_face_closeup.jpg]man[/url] laid against a rock, sharpening his forged blade, the crucible. A blade forged from the finest steel and dipped in venomous liquid to ensure each cut was as deadly as the last. He glanced up at the small wyrm that entered the cavern, watching it snap its mouth at him before turning its attention back to the large winged beast. It let out a light screech, the what appeared to be a few chirps before ending with a low growl. The red dragon eyes glowed in interest.

[color=ed1c24]"Oh? You don't say? Well I suppose it has been a few weeks. Soron, grab the essentials as we will make for Fotia."[/color] Soron glanced up with a quirked brow.

[color=slategray]"Fotia? Why there?"[/color]

[color=ed1c24]"There seems to be a new leader in town."[/color] Soron squinted his eyes.

[color=slategray]"Magnix you mean..."[/color] He glanced back down to his blade as he continued to sharpen it.

[color=slategray]"he's not exactly what I would consider a new leader. Has been for some time and from what travels through the wind...heh, doesn't like your kind."[/color] Suleykaar cocked his head. 

[color=ed1c24]"Really? I feel I can change that."[/color] Soron sighed as he rose up, gathering what gear he had. 

[color=slategray]"He's known for destroying dragons, Suls. Not for making friends with them."[/color]

[color=ed1c24]"Well he hasn't met me and my charming demeanor."[/color] Confused with a slight smirk, Soron retorted with quick wit.

[color=slategray]"Are you going to attempt to bed him?"[/color] Chuckling at his own joke, he wasn't prepared for the small burst of fire that shot out of the old dragonlord's mouth, burning his chain mailed behind, causing the poor man to jump about at pat it out as quickly as possible and in return, gaining a grin from Suls as he let out a throaty chuckle. Agitated, Soron looked back with a glare.

[color=slategray]"Yeah...Real funny."[/color] The dragonlord shrugged.

[color=ed1c24]"I thought so."[/color]

[color=slategray]"Fuck off..."[/color] The laugh that followed exasperated Soron even more, simply giving up with the beast.

Suleykarr, stood up and begun making his way towards the mouth of the cave, Soron quickly following suit as the dragon offered Soron a lift before taking off and making way for Fotia.
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Some time later, they had made their landing outside of Sunfire. The travel was quite long and decided to grab some food and drink before continuing on towards Fotia. It would be odd if no one from the town saw the dragon coming in. But nonetheless, their arrival was know. It's fairly hard for a dragon over 100ft move about without being noticed. Soron was lowered down to the ground, since the jump could possible kill him, a risk neither one was going to make again. Suley stepped back a bit while his body began to morph into that of a dragon humanoid figure. It was a bit of an annoying process having to condense their body to this size as could be seen in his stretching afterwards. 

[color=ed1c24]Know of any good places for food?"[/color] He brought up his clawed hand to rub his chin as he twisted his torso to look over at friend. He nodded in response as the white haired man scratched his chin. 

[color=slategray]"There is a place not to far from here called the Rest Easy, supposedly has some of the best drink in town. Homebrewed if I'm not mistaken."[/color] The dragon nodded as he snorted out a plume of smoke, a sign he was contemplating. Clearing his throat, the young dragon nodded and gestured for Soron to lead since he had not been out this way for some time. The walk didn't take long but the whispers were going around now that a dragon had entered the town and Suley could not help but keep a slightly smug yet excited look on his face. He was a dragon who enjoyed the attention, both positive and negative. When they arrived, Sulley was took in the building and nodded. For what it was, it seemed to be kept in well maintained structure, minus the little bit of wear and tear on some parts of its exterior but only noticeable if one really paid attention. 

[color=ed1c24]"Well, wait are we waiting for?"[/color] Suls patted his companion on the shoulder before entering, Soron just behind him.

[color=ed1c24]"Greetings everyone and good day!"[/color] was the announcement that left Suley's mouth, one that caused Soron to rub his temples. 

[color=slategray]"Come on. That's enough attention for now."[/color] Leading the dragon over to the bar, they both sat down. Soron glanced up to the Seraphim behind the bar and raised a hand, gesturing for a simple glass brew. Suleykaar on the other hand, leaned forward, his head resting on his partially closed fist, giving the lady behind the bar a warm and seductive smile. 

[color=ed1c24]"So it is true..."[/color] He paused.

[color=ed1c24]"Angelic beauty does flow through the bloodlines. I wouldn't have believed it if it hadn't been your beauty. Wouldn't you agree, hm?"[/color] He gave her a wink before sitting up and retrieving a sack of coin from his sleeve. 

[color=ed1c24]"I will have your finest brew that you hold and something for my friend here."[/color] He gave her a wink and a smirk to complement it. Soron glanced over at his dragon friend and shook his head as he pulled out a small coin bag of his own.

[color=slategray]"I'll also take some lamb or something simple if you don't mind as well."[/color] soft gold slitted eyes looked back at the seraphim before he pulled out a small notebook and quill and began drawing something. 

[color=ed1c24]"It's been a long time since I've been down this way. What has happened in the past summer? I have heard of battles being waged and brewing wars. Is this true?"[/color]