Holstein

In the corner of the Ivory Scroll sits a lonesome Nocturne, enveloped in a game of Solitaire. He has some age on him, visible in the lines on his face and the way his scales look rough and, in some places, jagged. Scars of various kinds litter his body, most of them so small and faded you can't see them unless you really squint and others, like the one dead-center of his right hand, standing out despite their age. A pair of prosthetic wings are attached to his own, which are otherwise mangled and leathery. Clearly, he's been through a lot.

Suddenly, he notices you looking at him and glances up at you. In just those few seconds, his expression sends a wave of cold over you. The way he lowers his head and uses his battered wings to hide himself says it all- he wants to be left alone. He isn't here to make friends. Come to think of it, nobody else so much as glances his way. You feel curious about him but feel that if you approach, there'll be nothing but trouble. Maybe someone else knows about the mysterious stranger.

Suddenly, you hear a dragon go psst! Turning your head, another Nocturne meets your gaze, beckoning for you to join him at his table. You do so and before you can even begin to introduce yourself, he starts talking. "I wouldn't recommend you bother the Sheriff, stranger," he says in a hushed tone. "He's been an ornery fellow ever since he first came here." You figured as much. Still curious, you ask if he knows who he is.

"Oh, sure I do. You see, Holstein there used to be the sheriff of a town near the Beacon, and a mighty good one he was, too. Hardworking son of a gun, good to all his people and never a sour word for anyone who crossed his paths. Why, some say he didn't only imprison but in fact befriended and redeemed some of the worst outlaws this side of Sornieth!" You feel a little shocked. How could someone so kind have become so withdrawn and bitter? "Well... he was just a youngin', you see.

"It was a long time ago that the change started. One of the members of his community got together a gang and, together, they overthrew the town's council and took over, and- well, I'm sure you can see where I'm going. As you might guess, the law didn't go over well with the new bosses and when he tried to stand up to them, Holstein was outlawed. He was slandered as violent and unpredictable and didn't stand much of a chance- he was booted out and left alone for years after that, always having to protect himself from bounty hunters from his own hometown and the likes. I guess, over time, the poor old sucker's spirit was worn down, and now..."

You nod, not needing him to finish his sentence as you glance over once more at the aging dragon. Though you wonder what stories he must have to tell, you know now that it might be best just to leave him alone...

Nothing, yet!

-Ceylon-

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