[hr][hr][center][h1][color=A9A9A9]Draven Stagnum[/color][/h1][img]https://i.ibb.co/Z2b17mL/Draven-Warlock.jpg[/img][hr][color=A9A9A9][b]Location[/b][/color]: Mountain(Mysterious Staircase[/center][hr][hr]

	[color=A9a9a9][i]"Now, Draven, if you are stopped in the street by a gang of thugs with muscles and weapons and the like, and they demand you give them your coin, what do you do?"  The mage trainer, Jennea, looked at her pupil thoughtfully, trying to read his thoughts on the matter.  Draven squinted, sensing that there was a catch to this scenario.  Nevertheless, he went with his gut.

	"I'd take them all down," he said plainly as a matter of fact.

	"Draven, that's foolish," Jennea scolded.  "You're one person against heavy odds.  At your skill level, trying to take down that many criminals at once would be inconceivable.  You've got to think smarter.  Don't go running head first into the impossible."  Draven looked at her with a crooked grin.

	"It's only impossible if you decide you can't do it."[/i][/color]

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	Draven looked at this new image of a being, a person of tall stature clad in red.  He heard fables of this sort of thing; Dragons taking on humanoid forms.  He regarded every inch of this creature with scrupulous visual investigation.  It was amazing to behold.

	"[color=a9a9a9]Answer you these questions, two, eh?[/color]" Draven moved a bit to his left, attempting to look at the being from a different angle.  "[color=a9a9a9]I'll do the easy one first.  I'm called Draven.[/color]"  He felt its power emanating from it. It was a different signature, a different flavor than the energies that radiated off the portal.  "[color=a9a9a9]I know a bit of... hocus pocus, too.  Not nearly on your scale, no pun intended,[/color]" he huffed, clearly intending the pun.  "[color=a9a9a9]You had another question.  Another.  Anotherrrrr.... OH! How I got here.[/color]" His voices trailed with each sentence, his focus wavering as he analyzed the shape shifted dragon before him.

	"[color=a9a9a9]Truth is, I haven't the foggiest.  One minute I'm looking for a scroll, next minute I find myself headfirst in a portal.  And now my imp's gone!  Have you seen him?!  Answers to Zepar.  An unpleasant creature, but he keeps things interesting.[/color]" Draven instinctively patted his pockets as if the imp could have somehow been misplaced in one of them before ending with a shrug. "[color=a9a9a9]In one side, out the other, and here I am on the steps of a mountain talking to a Dragon.[/color]"  He managed to let a few chuckles escape his mouth.  "[color=a9a9a9]What a fricken day, eh?[/color]"