Ophion didn't exactly get a straight answer, but he could overhear from the others that this manor was indeed the place mentioned in his letter. As per its contents, he headed inside, trusting that it would indeed be a place he could stay. He hadn't gotten more than a few steps into the manor before he over heard Pike talking to Marrok and Adara.

[i]"That is if we ever meet our mysterious host. Have either of you even seen an employee walking around?"[/i]

Ophion interjected, curious to know as well. [color=ed1c24]"Not one. This place might be one of those haunted mansions I've heard so much about. Perhaps I ought to sleep with my sword by my side."[/color] He chuckled, as he was joking, but it was a possibility which he couldn't entirely rule out. [color=ed1c24]"If this had been a Dracon manor, we'd have been greeted by a butler by now, or at least a maid."[/color] He addressed anyone who was willing and able to listen.

[color=ed1c24]"My name is Ophion, of the Dracon Lands. As you might have guessed, I'm a Dracon, hatched to Dracon parents. I know I look much like a half-dragon, but I assure you, I am not. I'd say more about myself, but I'd much rather reserve that until I get to know some of you better. It is indeed a dangerous thing to tell too much about oneself to others, especially when we don't know who has invited us and why. I just hope that whoever lives here doesn't mind dragon prints on the floor."[/color] Ophion wasn't normally a dirty Dracon, but he couldn't help but to track some dirt after such a long trip to the manor.