[color=red][h3]Drizzak[/h3][/color][hr]The landscape widened before the excited goblin's eyes as his eyes acclimatised to the yawning void that stood ahead of the wagon. Nothing but dust and trees out there. Nothing interesting for him to see. What a boring area for him, almost not worth ruling over. Lumped with a bunch of warm-bloods that didn't have nearly the same fire or hunger that he did. It was enough to make Drizzak cry, the dullness of it all. He needed action, blood and flame, to roar as he tore a mans arm from its socket. 

He ground his teeth and turned to hop back into the wagon from the steed's back. The sack upon his back hit the wooden floor as he sifted through its contents. The short warm-blood had spoken about him. About his height. Strange that he was taller than a man from a race his former clan had once warred with for so many years. Grabbing a vial of dark, thick liquid, Drizzak dropped what looked like a few teeth and flakes of brown gunk into the liquid. The dark was immediately dismissed by the liquid igniting into firey reds and oranges, lighting up the wooden boards of the wagon. He chuckled darkly, turning to the halfling slowly. 

[color=red]"Drizzak no goblin. Drizzak more. Drizzak dragon. Remember, halfman."[/color]

With a indiscernable whisper and another foreboding chortle, the vial have off a puff of acrid smoke and fizzled as Drizzak corked it and fixed it to the inside of his costume with a length of leather strap. Still giggling maniacally, he immediately set to work on stuffing another vial of dark liquid with strange white paper before spitting in it and shaking. The liquid swam with smoky grey before becoming a uniform white, undulating slowly before it was corked. This too was fixed to the inside of his costume. He was ready. 

With his preparation complete, Drizzak tried to find himself a seat. The dwarf, the stoneman, he was yelling. Screaming of lizard-whelp and throwing accusations. Drizzak's teeth seemed to bear all on their own, lips curling up to show the maw full of jagged fangs. 

[color=red]"Stoneman rude. Drizzak say he dragon. No small-scale! You see!"[/color] The dragon's wroth had been teased, prompting Drizzak to yap and draw back the hood of his costume, faint light front within illuminating his form to reveal his pointed ears and leathery, ash coloured skin. 

[color=red]"Stoneman use eyes right. Drizzak no in mood to take out."[/color]