Martin

This poor dragon noticed two things while he was in his lair… that he was put up for fodder price, and that he was rather hungry… ‘Fodder price… I just hope I don’t become fodder…’ He thought himself while he was in there… he could hear someone chatting about him, but was sweating because of it… surely he would be in forever home, right… but his dreams were shattered when he smelled the stink of the Plague area and he covered his nose… ‘Ugh… fodder for the Plaguebringer? Not if I have anything to say about that!’ He thought to himself as he got defensive against Father… “Look dude, I might an adult dragon, but I don’t want to become fodder for the Plaguebringer!” Martin said as he realized that he was named, given a rather nice makeover, fed, and a familiar… “Oh, no, no… Luvia loves you… she won’t throw you out… she loved you as soon as she saw you.” Father said in his rarely used calm voice, then turned and left to go back to his own lair.