[center][h1][b][color=f7976a]Leonardo Armund[/color][/b][/h1][/center]

Leonardo quietly walked into the interiors of the castle, trailed the rest of the party. "It's surprisingly well-kept inside, is this magic, too?" Leonardo couldn't help but ask this time, as the contrast with the worn-down exterior caught him by surpise. As instructed, he took off his travelling robe and put it on the hanger, revealing a slightly worn light-brown cloth tunic underneath. There was signs of wear here and there, it had seen its share of the rough travels as well. That, and Leonardo's occasional clumsiness. With the elaborate clothing Sophia wore Leonardo couldn't help but feel a bit out of place in such a grand entrance. In the next room Leonardo's sights are drawn to the painting on the ceiling, [i]a good use of colors[/i], he thought. Leonardo had trouble imagining how hard it would be to paint on a ceiling, and as far as paintings go, the sheer area this one covered was huge. He couldn't help but have his doubts whether magic had been involved in its making. Leonardo noticed he was falling behind the party and hastened his pace, being lost there was the last thing he'd risk himself doing.

The golem led the party to its destination: a huge library of books, beyond that, the Dragon. Leonardo was slightly conflicted. It was, frankly, quite a difference from how he was depicted in the book Leo had seen, and yet, he couldn't shake that it was the case that the artist, his ancestor, simply couldn't help themselves from portraying the Dragon with such grand splendor, so much that the figure in front of him somewhat pales to in comparison. That alone should speak volumes about how powerful the Dragon truly was. As his heartbeats began to quicken, Leonardo braced himself, "I, similarly, would hope to be granted the chance of being your apprentice." A tone of respect, "But before that, I have also come with a request," Leonardo took another pause, this time taking a deep breath, "With the utmost respect, I wish for the restoration of the southwestern continent." His could barely keep his voice from breaking; Leonardo was aware how one-sided this request was, but he had to do it. "To the way it was, before it became the wasteland that it is now."