<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c5/5f/68/c55f68f23ab0a6b441c164f67fd70a86.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Brett Roman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16149669#msg16149669)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Cream, long-sleeved dress shirt, satin wine-red waistcoat, tie, black dress pants and shoes.<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Friday, 1 April 2050, Midnight.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dapper's Speakeasy, Downtown, Raven City<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Poppy<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Disbelief.<br/><hr/>The girl was small, but his mind, his very soul, knew she wasn’t from here. Confirmed when she stopped to revive a small flower. An action normally portrayed in fantasy movies as a sign of innocence and purity gave him chills! One of her hands was covered in blood, the blood of that snake. He continued to grip the rail, prepared to use it to spin around and flee up the steps to safety; but he hadn’t. For some reason, he continued to stare at the girl and listen to her story. Poppy…Dragon Slayers…Brett looked passed her to the dead creature. That had been a dragon? Brett felt his legs suddenly weaken at the realization. He dropped onto his bottom as he stared at the deceased beast in disbelief.<br/><br/>“This doesn’t make any sense,” he breathed. He gazed at Poppy as she pleaded for his help. She didn’t want to be alone…there…there were more of those things out there, and he had seen her kill one with her bare hands. “This is Raven City,” Brett revealed. “I don’t know what or where Avantasia is, but it’s not a country I know on Earth.”<br/><br/>His gazed lowered to the floor as he tried to collect his thoughts. “This didn’t make sense. Dragons don’t exist.”<br/><br/>He glanced at the wyrm once more before he sighed and brought his hand to his face. “I need to go to bed,” he moaned. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to believe it. He couldn’t. Brett once again rose and turned to head up the staircase. “I need to go back to work. Maybe I can get you a cab. It will take you wherever you want to go.”<br/><br/>Brett didn’t mean to feel so insensitive. He was exhausted; his stomach ached; and too much had happened within an hour. The girl was alone and lost, but he had seen her kill some giant monster (no, those things don’t exist). He was certain she could take care of herself better than he could of himself. Nonetheless, he stopped on the steps and looked back as though wondering if she was following him. “Come on…I probably don’t need to tell you this, but it’s dangerous at night.”