Rex munched on the little bit of food he'd ordered (barbequed chicken… on a steeck) as he got in line for this "Trial of a Hero" thing he'd heard about. He kept his wings wrapped around his shoulders like a cloak, the vestigial wing-claws hooking together to form a sort of clasp. He got weird enough stares for having horns and a tail, but would rather not give people another reason to gawk. As he waited he noticed the person ahead of him: a girl.

[I]She's cute[/I], he thought, glancing away. His cheeks turned a bit red; his social anxiety with girls was that bad. The Half-Dragon noted her armor. It looked high-tier. So why was she here? Rex jumped a bit when an orc (apparently drunk) raised his voice and began talking with the girl.