Fitz

Thank you, Jekzter!
As you venture outside, a beautifully colored Skydancer rests atop a shore of the shifting expanse. In front of him is a large supply ship, capable of holding all of the items requested and obtained for the sake of the lair he belongs to. Adorned with steampunk gear, he perfectly matches the steampunk decor of the supply boat. Seeing you approach him, he turns toward you, tail swinging in the light breeze. The clouds above are dark as thunder rolls nearby.

"Oh, hello," he says, sitting down as he watches you frown at the oncoming storm. "Don't worry, we're quite used to storms here! Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Fitz, and I am this lair's supply scouter."

You ask what he means by that, and he gives you a toothy grin, or a dragon equivalent, which is not a smile by any means, but it is close enough.

"I guide the course for this ship by scoping out the trading routes ahead," he says, and by the tone of his voice, you can see that he is incredibly prideful in what he does. "You may consider my uniform a bit much, but any good supply scouter needs to be fully equipped. The metal serves as armor in case I run into any unfriendly familiars or aggressive dragons. But I am not meant to fight, I am meant to scout. I travel the world in search of ideal items for ideal prices, and when I find what I am looking for in bulk, I guide the ship ahead."

You can see your reflection in the goggles he wears, and you have so many things that you would like to ask him. You decide to ask him what he does when he is not busy scouting, and he happily complies with answering your question.

"I spend as much time with my mate, Makenzie, and help tend to our exquisitely gened nests. I miss her when I'm on my trips, but she always takes me back. She has a job of her own, but perhaps you can ask her, later. But for now, I must be going."

And with that, he takes off into the sky.