<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d6/AraxisBlue.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Araxis (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15694310#msg15694310)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Outside > Great Room<br/><strong>Action</strong>: First visit<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: A suit of dark blue leather, with bone/ivory for buttons and belt buckle<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open, noticing Jehanne<br/><br/>Not every dragon was exceptionally curious.  Sometimes Araxis wondered if it was a peculiar quick individual to himself, or if he'd lose the trait as time went on and the centuries were lost to ennui.  His expectation was the former; most dragons would guard their hordes and keep them perfectly secure when away, but a dark part of him delighted in leaving part of it easily accessible, knowing that the temptation would lure out an adventurer or two who came sneaking where they'd not been welcomed...<br/><br/>Still, Araxis needed a place to be when waiting for the trap to be sprung, and this particular curious place had caught his attention.  Getting through in his true form had been simple enough, but switching to his more humanoid form was necessary in tighter quarters.  Unafraid, doubtful that any but the mightiest of beings would be any true threat, he had as little concern as those light-fingered thieves who thought they could steal from him, except that his own fearlessness was far more grounded in reality.<br/><br/>The nature of inns were made clear to him some time ago, and he'd made sure to bring a pouch of gold that he could use for later, but he carried no weapons or armor in the same way that children rarely bothered with walking sticks and few men were heavily perfumed during a solo ride through the countryside.  He knew what such things were, but to need them was only a mark of weakness in his eyes.  A glance noticed Jehanne, and he let his eyes dance over her body.<br/><br/>Most inns were amusing places.  He wasn't unable to sleep, but could easily last for days at a time when using as little energy as he did in this form.  Likewise, transforming to frighten individuals was only necessary when something actually attempted to threaten him.  As time had taught, the only ones truly awash in gold were those who sought to steal it from others, rather through thievery or taxation.<br/><br/>Although he considered taking a seat, trying to stomach some of the awful ale that most inns offered - he vaguely understood being drunk, but had never managed to consume enough of the foul-tasting swill to actually manage it despite a solid attempt - he decided to stand for now, checking the place over to grow accustomed to new surroundings.