Predictably, Vormitraax's entrance couldn't be subtle and discreet, not even remotely. Even if he tried - if he did his very best to pass unnoticed - he would still be a eight feet tall spiky monstrosity.<br/>Of course, if he tried, he could have abstained from declaring with his deep and cavernous voice<span style="color: #BF0000">"MOST SINCERE BLESSINGS, YOU TAVERNSFOLK "</span>as he entered the inn, or from greeting every table of perplexed scoundrels along his path with a corteous bow. But he didn't.<br/>As the monster arrived - a bit late for the meeting- at the table of his comrades, he proceeded with his formal greetings, and after a first praise -<span style="color: #BF0000">"IT IS THE GREATER OF HONORS TO SERVE THINE FAIREST LADYSHIPS"</span>-, he respectfully bows at each one of the four ladies and kisses gallantly each one's hand - given the creature's size and shape, the act results quite cumbersome; and when it's Felicity's turn, he dedicates her a longer and even profounder bow, yet not daring to kiss her han..er, paw, while whispering*<span style="color: #BF0000">"And the greatest of pleasures to serve thee, O most noble and gracious"</span>.<br/><span style="font-size: 90%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-style: italic">*Please note that the notion of "whispering" has to be quite relative. Yet, provided the loud shouting and yelling that is the intrinsic background of any respectable tavern, some of the farthest tables probably haven't heard his exact words.</span></span><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Acknowledging Vormitraax's unusual background and his consequent aspirations, it is not too surprising how sternily he is resoluted to enact one of the most traditional knightly features - the devotion to a pure and noble damsel. It would be hard to count how many unlucky girls have been chosen from the chivalrous dragon for this role, only to end up as his dinner as soon as hunger overcame said "devotion". This is not the case of Felicity, of course. Maybe the reason lies in her size and strenght, which make her look less like a dainty treat at the monster's eyes; maybe it's something else; however, it's been several years since Vormitraax swore his services to her ... and that's the very reason of his presence in the tavern in that fateful day.<br/></span><br/>...Surprisingly, after his quite flashy introduction, the dragonspawn remains very quiet and calm, crouched on the ground to fit somehow at the table - only occasionally distracted by the entincing,<span style="font-style: italic">appetizing </span>figure of a innmaiden ... but no, he has a duty to fulfill! It's not the time for this! And it would be higly un-knightely to indulge in such<span style="font-style: italic">ravenous </span>behaviours in the presence of Her; no, that's not what a<span style="font-style: italic">respectable </span>knight would do!<br/><br/>When the ale is presented at him, he snarls for a moment, then declares:<span style="color: #BF0000">"I THANK THEE FOR THY OFFERING; BUT VERILY, I SHALL NOT INDULGE IN ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES CONSUMPTION."</span>