Muan

Muan was sent to Ashfall by his family as a young dragon, just barely older than a hatchling. He was not strong like his father nor crafty like his mother, he was sickly and often fell behind the rest of his clan. They sent him to Ashfall in the hopes that he'd be picked up by their family in Fire and be taught a trade (and be taken out of their feathers). There is no love lost between Muan and his family, and despite all the time they spent trying to map the edges of the wastes he never went to visit them.

When he first came to Ashfall, Kisin sook him out and made him her friend by force. He was always a shy and quiet child, body too frail to fight and constitution too weak to assert himself. But Kisin brought out something new in him, she made him talk. And talk. And talk. And when he got too tired to answer her questions, she talked to him. She told him stories of great heroes, and tragic battles, and adventure in faraway places! He was enamored with her take on life, and they became inseparable.

As they grew older, Muan once again grew weary of the politics of their family. He saw shifting eyes and heard whispers everywhere they went. Dissension. Talks of war. When it came time to graduate in their guild, they chose together to leave instead. They joined The Guild of Sciences, and ran with their grants out into the open world to explore. To make their own legends! To be free!

Currently they're stumbling through the undergrowth in Nature Flight, waiting on a guide to meet them who will help them map the fabled roots of the Behemoth.