Minandro

Fancy how he'd stumbled upon a den on his own and how he was marked, forcibly, by the dragon he now calls proudly his mate. Minandro accompanied her on her travels simply because the lair seemed far too empty and big without her, neither could he imagine Archian surviving so long with her way of filling her stomach. It was fine that way, they'd travel the land, her disappearing every night to return with a bag of food, gems, or treasure and him staying in whatever inn or lair they'd manage to win a night at using a game of cards. Then one day she stopped and told him to go back home. The tundra relented but she was firm, he'd never forgotten how his chest swelled when she said to him without a glance, 'You will no longer be alone, but wait for me.' He returned as the vice-manager of their lair, their Inn. Slowly dragons came and he entertained them in any way they desired and as dragons filled up as employees he taught them how to treat a woman by the claw, to bow to a gentleman, and to smile like a host. Most argue that it should have been him who ran the Inn but honestly he'd rather not be. After all he simply did as he was told and waited.