Andor
First Post
"... and the young Dragon, yes?"
A tall young man, wearing a jerkin of scaley green leather studded with some sort of teeth, walking past on the outskirts of another tour group pauses in mid stride as he overhears these words. He takes a startled look around and grins as he sees the capering Aussir. "Ahh that's what you meant. I see. [draconic]Greetings little brother of the Great Wyrms. I had not anticpated seeing any of the scaled folk here.[/draconic]" he says with a formal little bow to the winged Kobold. Speaking more generally he continues "In fact I just got into a bit of a row with those prats in my tour group. Seems they didn't care for the Sleestak err... (lizardfolk if you don't happen to speak Dragon) and I wouldn't have any of it. Can you imagine the cheek? Why the Blue Scale tribe are some of my fathers most loyal warriors."