Drake had followed behind as the group reached the inn. While he felt comfortable because of the presence of another dragon, the fact there were demons in the party unsettled him slightly. He would not simply trust them, especially the newer one who had tried attacking the group. Drake sat with the others, filling his stomach with the selection of meats available. After they split up for the night, Drake sat close to the fire. The warmth coming from the hearth was easing his nerves, as fire was a natural part of most draconic life. The soul of a dragon could be described as a dragon's flame, because like a fire the dragon's personality could change as a flame, and when the dragon died it would flicker out unless certain measures were taken. It was possible to infuse a dying dragon's soul into another being, and the new host would gain some of the dragon's power and knowledge, but depending on the personality of the dragon, it could take control of the new body in order to "continue" living as it had.<br/><br/>Drake did not know what was to come, but hoped for the best, and for peace for his people.