As the group draw closer, it seemed it was just another gathering of raggedy thugs surrounding their diamond in the rough. He who they called Soloman Drake looked powerful. He store quite a few heads above the rest, a draconian figure or pure strength who wielded two greatswords on his back. His ruby scales shimmered in the hot sun, and his black armor shined just as bright. A symbol was clearly embroidened on his forehead, Soloman Drake's symbol. He seemed legitimate, except for one detail...<br/><br/>Soloman Drake never had a form besides his human form, even if it had a few draconic detail. And he would never wield a sword that he didn't create from scratch. He prefered to use the land as his weapon.<br/><br/>"Soloman Drake" grinned at the two, arms folded over his chest. "It is good to get a chance to watch a bloody battle in a dreary place like this. It certainly gets me excited for the future campaigns I embark on to take this land for my own. Perhaps the winner of this skirmish could become my new pawn?"