<div style="text-indent:1em;">Walking along the cobbled path, a red haired man was slowly treading away from the market center. The last time he had been here was quite a few years ago, and the city had not changed all that much; it was noisy, just a bit dirty, and full of people. The noise had really picked up a few minutes ago, but only he had noticed. His senses were heightened compared to everyone else here, and he could tell something was happening. Something that was making the hairs on the back of his neck stand, but only magic would do that. <span style="color: orangered"><span style="font-style: italic">But magic, outside the city? It would have to be on enough of a scale that its not just some petty magician earning money on the roadside.</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">The man was a bit taller than average height for a human, not by much though. He was adorned with dark red armor on his left arm, which went from his hand to his shoulder only, and had a fine sword sheathed in the scabbard on his side. He has hair nearly blood red in color, and his clothes are those of a traveler who has seen much. One of his favorite additions to his clothing is the seal which is on the front ends of his cloak. His greatest master had allowed him to place them in memory of all he had learned during that time, long ago. The man only appears to be in his late twenties, but his eyes show the wisdom of ages. They are a sapphire blue in color, and are not eyes of some fool wandering the streets, but of one who has seen more than most could in a whole lifetime.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">As he walked, he passed by one of the finest taverns in the city. Each time we went there, a new bartender was working, so few remember his face from his last venture to the capitol. The gates were just ahead, so the man proceeded to ask the guards if they had noticed anything strange in the last few minutes. They hadn't, so he thanked them and decided to leave the city and find out for himself.  After a few minutes, the man decided to sit under a tree and wait patiently, for if he was calm and still he would pick up the sounds in the distance better. He took the sword out of its scabbard and drove it point first into the root of the tree, sinking it in about a foot before he stopped. The man would heal the tree when he left, but he did not want to stick his sword in the ground; it would lose its edge more quickly in the dirt.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">Leaning back against the trunk, the man closed his eyes and waited. He listened. He took in his surroundings with his senses, magnified by the training he finished when he was young, and which were already great due to his heritage. He sat in this position for a few minutes, and then...</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;"><span style="color: orangered"><span style="font-style: italic">Did I just feel what I thought I did? A group, of five, no.. at least six people. And...something else... something I have not sensed the presence of for...well...many years now. A dragon!  But.....something doesn't feel right..I should go check it out.</span></span></div>