Dragons Lost World
Posted: Fri Mar 24, 2006 9:47 am
Drans walks in to the tavern, his tail dragging on the floor behind him, his glowing eyes barely noticable in the bright light, his blade latched to a special sheath on his glove. He sets down at the bar and asks for a drink. The bartender, noticing how tall this person is, walks up, and gives Drans his drink, shaking the entire time.