<dl class="codebox"><dt>picture of character | <a href="javascript: void(0);" onclick="var spoiler = this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('dd')[0]; if ( spoiler.style.display == 'none' ) { spoiler.style.display = 'block'; this.innerHTML = '-'; } else { spoiler.style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '+'; };">+</a></dt><dd style="display: none;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/Anigon_Gurl/furries1anthros/I_like_my_fish__Dragon.jpg">[ img ]</a></dd></dl><br/><br/>Drake walked into the tavern his wings close to his back. He wore leather trousers and belt with a small steel sword on his left side, a small pouch of coins and  a satchel with a few other items. On his left shoulder was a leather plate and strap that went from the shoulder plate to the belt. He needed work and needed it badly after being discharged from his fighters guild. He walked up toward the bar keeper.<br/>"I hear you can help me find work." Drake asked after ordering an ale.