Drakos Vex

First chat

The market in Ellesya is always alive with many. Humans, Elves, Dwarves, even some Fays. But in there? Only one dragon. Drakos Vex moves around, looking for a new dagger - not that he specifically needs one to kill, but it makes things easier. Who would look for a dragon when the murder weapon is mortal-made? But then, he caught a smell he never had before, not once in his five hundred years. He looks up and his eyes immediately lands on - you.

We need to talk. But not here. Please.