Kyra noticed something odd about the figure with orange hair, though nothing she acquired from her senses, made sense. He smelled strongly of dragon, but looked human. She had never met such a mix and at first she assumed he had recently (against all odds) defeated a dragon and perhaps he carried with him parts of it. But as he introduces himself, his dragonic name answered all her questions. Her jaw dropped and her eyes widened in awe when he mentioned that he had learned from Mythrandir R'ho Argul.  Kyra felt herself drop to a level she had never been at before. She felt like a peasant in the presence of a King, a human in the presence of a god.<br/><br/>Although she looked down at him slightly, she felt so very small. She said nothing in reply to Drake, perhaps she had become shy as she does with everyone she meets. Or perhaps, she was afraid to speak in the presence of such a grand being. The red dragon was simply frozen, mind blank, yet filled with a thousand questions.<br/><br/>Groog peaked at the man from behind Kyra's neck, he grunted in disapproval. "Queen, friend?" He asked, swinging his baton threateningly.<br/><br/>Kyra was drawn out of her trance as Drake left her presence to speak with Lysonna. She heard Groog ask if this man was a friend and she bent her head around to look at the little goblin. "Yes, he is a friend. A very good friend. Don't attack him, okay?" She asked.<br/><br/>Groog frowned, looking forward to pounding something, but nodded. "Yes, my Queen." Kyra grinned and bonked her forehead to his, causing a grin to return to his face. She let her gaze get drawn back to the Drake, who was still speaking with Lysonna about joining the group.