Roleplay

"That would be lovely, normally we only have gladiatorial fights. Although we've had a couple performers sing for us. Oh and your rant was quite alright, I may not be a psychologist but I'm always happy to listen if it help get something off your chest." He looked around, the armory "impressive, nearly as unnerving as the one back home. Everyone is require to own a weapon for self defense, or to wield during battle should the need arise. I myself have only seen one war as a doctor, but two of my colleagues were avid army doctors in their younger years. I feel they may have taken just as many lives as the saved." He shuddered, "and to think we all took a vow to 'do no harm'. Still desperate times and measures. You've never been in battle have you?"

His cold eyes seemed to light up with a warm flame, though the emotion portrayed was impossible to decipher. "I'm glad you've never been tainted by war, by forcing the hand of death. If you don't mind my saying you're a beautiful girl, with a glowing personality to match. War has a way of killing that. Blood spilled from another's veins has a way of corrupting the good within. You're like a burning ember, small but full of life." His voice held a passion he hadn't shown previously. "Don't ever let someone snuff that out." He heaved a silent sigh reigning in his emotions. "Does your clan have any outdoor rooms, or pavilions? A bit of air would do me good."

"A pavilion, it's an open air, outdoors building. Usually used for gardens and such." He looked up, "may we head up to the observation deck?" He listened as he walked with her the moonlight making his scales glitter like the stars above. "Your leader is wise, our empress I'm afraid was born with a battle lust. Now it seems to have dwindled down to more of a last resort but I fear that given the right provocation she'd launch into war again. You don't need to call me sir, I wouldn't mind if you called me by either of my names really. It seems so very formal, but if formality is what you're most comfortable with I would at least prefer Dr. if you wouldn't mind. I haven't earned the title of sir." He spoke softy, tipping his head up to gaze at the moon. "Sir, would be our general, or one of the lords. I'm just a simple doctor..." He trailed off looking upwards, "I'm sorry do you think you could show me where I might get some water before we continue our walk. There's something I have to take."

"Yes, though it isn't as archaic as it sounds. She's really more of a warlord anyway, we have four classes. Royalty, medical personnel and scientists, council members or lords, and the average working dragon. For the most part class status doesn't come into play very often though. Formality is common in my clan but when not speaking as an authoritative figure it's nice to feel equal to others. I'm put on a pedestal too often, it makes me feel pompous. My birth parents were pompous, and I strive to avoid repeating their mistakes." He decided to tell only part of the truth as he removed one of the ***** from the bottle in his pocket. "Not so much wrong as uncomfortable. I get these terrible headaches from time to time." That much was true, his Mr. Hyde's arrival was always heralded by an intense migraine.

"My birth parents had very little to do with me or my life, as a matter of fact they sold me. I very nearly ended up spending my life as a slave to one of the gods, or to the highest bidder. It was dumb luck that I was found by Archimedes. He purchased my freedom and raised me as his own. My adoptive father, even if his teachings on social interactions was sparse, was and is the greatest man in my life." He frowned when she became worried for him, "nothing so serious, just need to take my capsule and drink some water. Like I said it's only an inconvenient thing not a detrimental one." Though her genuine concern did warm his heart.