<span style="color: #FF0000">Mesaraih waved away her condolences for what had happened in his past. "There's no need to feel sorry for me. No one likes tragedies, especially when they happen to them, but I like to take the bad things that happen to me and others and treat them as lessons. If not for those lessons, I'd never learn, or grow. And you're right in that regard. I suppose we all have our role to play, in some way or another."<br/><br/>He continued to listen to the woman speak, raising an eyebrow when she mentioned she was a dragon. He had definitely not been expecting that. As her story went on, he began to find the way she spoke rather curious. He felt she meant the planet when she referred to it as Gaia, though she couldn't be sure.<br/><br/>Mesaraih eyed her for a bit when she finished speaking. "Well, my name is Mesaraih," he said finally. "It's actually been quite a pleasure running into you. This shelter of yours sounds quite nice. Are there more dragons there?" he asked, curiosity creeping into his voice. "I don't think I've ever met one before. Maybe I should have been the one to be scared when we first met."</span>