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When he had returned, he had found himself out in the middle of nowhere.  Everything was unfamiliar, and yet familiar.  All things seemed to bleed Deja Vu.  He couldn't tell if this was because the world was changed...or if it was he himself.  Had he truly gone through the ordeal that he believed himself to have done these past few months, or was it always this time and place?  The answers were out of reach, like his bearings.

When he had taken to wings, it was both familiar, and yet surprising.  He almost didn't realize that he'd transformed.  Part of him roared with delight, the curse was lifted!  ...but then he had to question if the curse was real too.  Perhaps the only curse was that his kind had been thrown into confusion all these years, and only now were they emerging.  Yes, that might be it.  The gods had driven them mad, and now it was over.  Now...only the world was mad.

He'd still been miles from town when he decided to return to his humanoid form.  He was hungry and thirsty, so he he had to conserve his strength.  Thus, not long after there had been this [i]giant dragon[/i] miles and miles away, it was gone...and into this town's area walked a gray-scaled warrior, instead.  He moved with purpose, keeping his stomach in check as he concentrated on heading towards sustenance.  There hadn't been any animals on the way in, otherwise he would've taken [i]that[/i].  Many of the people in town stared, as was custom when a draconic being walked by, nostrils flaring as he pushed himself forward against his own limitations.  The first vendor with any meat found him slapping down some gold and snatching the offered food without a word, before shoving it into his mouth.  If it had bones, they crunched as he chewed, and soon he began to feel better.

One half of the equation was fulfilled, but he needed drink, as well.  Polishing off the meat, he found what he was looking for: A tavern.  All the patrons would soon find the door slammed open, as a dragon being of gray scales and armor came into their midst.  He walked straight over to the bar, sat down, held up a taloned finger, and said in a rough voice.

"One."

The tavern master blinked.

[b]"One what?"[/b]

"It doesn't matter.  Strong, I suppose.  Just give it."

The man shrugged at this, poured him some rum, and handed it over.  The counter rattled as the dragon-thing put down some gold from its pouch.  He stared at that pouch for a second, scrutinizing it.  Hadn't there been more in there before?  He thought he'd raided a tomb somewhere, or a tower, or something.  He began to drink now, trying not to think too hard about it.  Maybe it was better that he didn't know.