Norix had entered the bar a few minutes ago and already had a drink and a meal. She was amazed. She basked in the lights and the noise, something that she had never experienced back home. In her hometown, things were always quiet. There were no places like this where she came from, everything was entirely new. Nori flipped through a notebook she had recently bought and had written down some notes. She wanted to remember this place, with its new colors, sounds, and people. She had drawn some of the things she thought interesting, things like the android that served food. Norix wondered how many creatures in this bar were not made of flesh and bone, but instead were made of metal. 

As Nori strolled through her noteboo as she ate small bits of her meal. It was leg of... something. Whatever it was, it was delicious. She tore off chunks with her left hand and scribbled down notes with her right. She wanted to know more about these creatures. She wanted to know everything. Where they came from, their culture, their names. She wanted to remember their faces and their stories. The only trouble was, she didn't want to talk. 

Norix sat nibbling on her dinner, brow furrowed. The most talking she did today was order her food. She put her book away and took a drink of a familiar ale. Even if her town didn't have bars and the like, they still had parties. One of their exports was alcohol made from the desert fruits. For most it would be abhorrently sweet, but to Nori it was perfect. It was labeled Bekilk Naushindcal ale, a rather uncreative name. But then again, the desert lizards weren't known for their creativity. They took most things literally, making puns and other wordplay difficult. Nori had picked up the habit of taking things literally and it had already scorned her a few times. It seemed most creatures were fond of hyperbole and odd sayings. On the boat here, one of the men talked about capturing a giant fish. A story Nori took seriously and, in turn, made a fool of herself. The Dracons did have one saying, "Embellished stories are just decorated lies."    

Norix was remembering the fish story. It was an embarrassment she wouldn't forget. She tried hard to fit in with these creatures, but the Dracons were a secluded race. The Dracons were completely different from anything she had seen so far. Even the desert nagas of her homeland were entirely unlike her kind. Nori felt like she would never understand. She came from something too different, too strange. 

Another thing that bothered her about this place is that it seemed next to no one had magic. For her, magic was a part of everyday life. For these people, magic was an oddity. A blessing or curse, either way it was something no one really wanted. On her way to The Queen of Hearts, she heard children pretending to be witches and wizards. She knew it was a joke. Norix was more than an oddity here, everything about her was alien. She had magic when they didn't, she had different customs, and to top it all off she was a completely different race. The people here poked fun at her race, comparing her to small lizards that ate bugs. She was not a gecko, nor was she an iguana. She was a dragon, pure and simple, even if it was only half of her.