Osarin walked nearer to the sounds of voices, rustling and odd thuds. His brow beaded with sweat, his palms soon accompanied them. His mind raced, what could be making this sound? Demons, devils, magic, humans? It wouldn't have surprised him if humans had finally gone off the deep end and decided to hunt down trees. There, in the distance, a group of people, and... no. Yes, a dragon. Osarin's heart skipped a beat, he had heard many legends of great dragons, and the hunters that fled in their wake. A small smile crept over his dark skin, "I can't believe it." he had never seen a dragon before, but had heard many stories from his bardic mentors, how dragons were benevolent and just, wise beyond years and so powerful it took armies to take them down.<br/><br/>His smile faded as his gaze drifted to an odd contraption that lay near the group. He couldn't make it out from his current distance, but it looked colorful. That must have been what made the noise, his mind again raced, why would someone summon such a contraption alongside a dragon? Maybe it wasn't an object, but a creature... His brow furrowed, and his brain told him to run, to turn around, leave the mysteriously dressed humans alone, leave their odd summons alone, and just go to the tavern, sing, and earn your bread. Nope. His heart would have none of it, and before he knew what was happening, Osarin was walking towards the group, "Hey!" He called, raising his hands in a symbol of peace, "Is everyone here alright?" His voice, while soft, held a distinct human temperament. Getting closer to the scene, he sees that the creature is just a lump of colorful metals and black substance... dripping wet. His brow furrowed, e spoke again, this time looking at the dragon, as if attempting to look through an illusion, past the smoke and mirrors, "You are a dragon, aren't you?" Osarin would earn much renown for his newest tale of meeting a Summoner, if an oddly dressed one, her alchemical creation and a dragon!