Trepuldra

Tredecim Pullus Draco

A devil's dozen of heads reared from beyond the simple buildings as he was forced to stare. The figure by him remained unchanged, regarding the sight with mild curiosity, at best. Perplexed, he sought to ask the stranger, "You've seen storms, yet not flinched. You've dared deserts, yet not complained. And now, you look upon the fell as if they were but mere pups! Is there not a thing in the world you care for?"

The strange's hood moved to meet the man's gaze, the voice quiet in thought, "There are many wonders in the world, but they are naught but shadows and dust. In time, everything fades.." and a smirk flashed a mere moment at the corner of his lips.

"Except dragons. Dragons are nice."