@CrowDazzle
Najid definitely caught the eye of Brewmaster.
The sparkling oasis provided much relief from the desert's hot sand and brutal sun. But Brew supposed the sun was setting and it would cool down soon enough. With a glance at the peach-stained horizon, Brew set off to one of the many buildings along the water's edge. The local palm trees drew long, lazy shadows across the cooling sand and dancing water. Music from one of larger buildings drifted into Brew's ears, and picked up roaring laughter from inside. Brew smiled to himself.
"Sounds like my kind of place," he murmured to himself as he made way to the arching, wooden doors.
His silks swayed as he pushed them open, and was greeted by the sight of many dragons, some at a polished stone bar near the back, and others huddled over tables. He quickly scanned the room, already wandering to the bar. He might as well have a drink-- walking out without ordering something would definitely draw some curious eyes.
Speaking of curious eyes, Brew found his own traveling to a Imperial in gray rags. He commanded most of the space around him, but talked to no one, his small drink untouched on the polished stone. Brew was very curious. He sidled up to the Imperial, leaving some room, of course, and ordered "the special," from the Skydancer bartender.
The Imperial gave him a small glance, as if unused to people sitting so close. Brew caught his gaze and gave him a crooked smile. The Imperial looked unimpressed.
"So, you seem like a traveler. What's your story?" Brewmaster asked, trying to make some conversation. The Imperial ignored him.
Trying not to be put out, Brew opted for some other way of beginning.
"Alright then, we'll start with names. I'm Brewmaster."
The tan Imperial looked at him in surprise.
"As much as I think your laugh will be truly magical, please don't laugh at my name. You'll hurt my feelings." He teased.
The Imperial snorted, and finally spoke.
"Yes, we wouldn't want your precious feelings hurt, now would we?" His voice setting Brew's mouth into a small smile.
"We can prevent that very easily, don't you worry. What's your name? I'm assuming it's much better than 'Brewmaster,'" he joked.
The Imperial studied him for a heartbeat, then answered: "Najid."
(I'm sorry it's so long and that I took liberties with his personality)
Najid definitely caught the eye of Brewmaster.
The sparkling oasis provided much relief from the desert's hot sand and brutal sun. But Brew supposed the sun was setting and it would cool down soon enough. With a glance at the peach-stained horizon, Brew set off to one of the many buildings along the water's edge. The local palm trees drew long, lazy shadows across the cooling sand and dancing water. Music from one of larger buildings drifted into Brew's ears, and picked up roaring laughter from inside. Brew smiled to himself.
"Sounds like my kind of place," he murmured to himself as he made way to the arching, wooden doors.
His silks swayed as he pushed them open, and was greeted by the sight of many dragons, some at a polished stone bar near the back, and others huddled over tables. He quickly scanned the room, already wandering to the bar. He might as well have a drink-- walking out without ordering something would definitely draw some curious eyes.
Speaking of curious eyes, Brew found his own traveling to a Imperial in gray rags. He commanded most of the space around him, but talked to no one, his small drink untouched on the polished stone. Brew was very curious. He sidled up to the Imperial, leaving some room, of course, and ordered "the special," from the Skydancer bartender.
The Imperial gave him a small glance, as if unused to people sitting so close. Brew caught his gaze and gave him a crooked smile. The Imperial looked unimpressed.
"So, you seem like a traveler. What's your story?" Brewmaster asked, trying to make some conversation. The Imperial ignored him.
Trying not to be put out, Brew opted for some other way of beginning.
"Alright then, we'll start with names. I'm Brewmaster."
The tan Imperial looked at him in surprise.
"As much as I think your laugh will be truly magical, please don't laugh at my name. You'll hurt my feelings." He teased.
The Imperial snorted, and finally spoke.
"Yes, we wouldn't want your precious feelings hurt, now would we?" His voice setting Brew's mouth into a small smile.
"We can prevent that very easily, don't you worry. What's your name? I'm assuming it's much better than 'Brewmaster,'" he joked.
The Imperial studied him for a heartbeat, then answered: "Najid."
(I'm sorry it's so long and that I took liberties with his personality)