It was quite late at night before Hector decided to finally emerge from his room. The moon sat high in the blanket of darkness. Good. He preferred to train under its guiding light. Walking down the hallway with the intent of heading towards the castle's training ground, Hector stopped near a room. He could hear two people discussing something that peaked his interest. Something about a dragon. Looking inside, he saw the girl general from before along with another castle officer. And the snake. Hector narrowed his eyes at the thing. He wasn't too fond of snakes. Or dragons. Or reptiles in general for that matter.

Deciding to make his presence known, Hector casually stepped inside. "A dragon you say?" Again he ignored the girl and looked straight at the officer. "I can deal with your dragon problem," he said professionally.

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"Gero? That's a weird name! You're a weirdo Mister Gero! I like you!" Celia watched in awe and interest as the dragon shifter began cooking the raw deer meat. When it was ready to serve, Celia took her share of the food. Her teeth became razor sharp, almost inhuman, and she bit down into the meat, chomping gratuitously. 

She failed to notice if Gero was surprised at the action or not. She was too busy enjoying her meal. "This is tasty!" she told him, her mouth full with food.