<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/2f/f8/b6/2ff8b6327f323407ec8153f38d2671a5.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Name:</strong> Pharon Draelig (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16147073#msg16147073)<br/><strong>Dragon Type:</strong> Darkness<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dragon Slayer Armor w/ Hooded Cloak<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 April 2050, Midnight.<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Slums &gt; Oriental District<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Brook Harrell<br/><strong>Content:</strong> Uphill Conversation</span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> The place he found himself in was strange, with buildings that looked nothing like any architecture he'd ever seen throughout Avantasia. He wasn't sure if the portal had brought him to a far-flung part of home he'd never visited, or a new world, but he was still Pharon Shatterscale. Still a Dragon Slayer. Still a man who helped those who needed help. So he'd helped the struggling woman with her mechanical contraption that looked like some sort of beast? If she created it herself, she would have a place among the King's Court as an artificer or alchemist without question. His appearance frightened the sense right out of her, and although it happened practically all the time when people met him, he could only laugh. <br/><br/>And that's just what he did when the tiny, but pretty woman fell over in fright and started scrambling around looking for something to defend herself with. He wasn't absolutely sure that's what she was doing, but he'd seen many people do the exact same thing so he hazarded a guess she thought he was some giant monster come to spirit her away into the night. It started as a low, deep rumble in his stomach that built up into a guttural laugh that echoed through the street and was easily loud enough to make it obvious something was different about him. With one hand still preached on the rear of the bike after his laugh, he reached out the other to help her up, but she handled it on her own and soon she was back on her feet and grabbing the handles at the front of her mechanical steed. <br/><br/>She apologized for her reaction, then thanked him. "No apologies necessary. You're not the first woman I've scared at night by being myself. Being this big and this quiet tend to make a bad combination if you're not prepared. You are welcome. I couldn't watch you struggle and possibly hurt yourself." She began explaining herself, and at the word "Bike", Pharon removed his hood so she could better see the confusion on his face as he raised an eyebrow and his purple eyes seemed to be narrowing in confusion and thought. "<em>Bi-yeek?"</em> Is that the name of this contraption? Is it some sort of mechanical beast? It's much lighter than the specially bred Warhorses I have to ride to get around.<br/><br/> Less temperamental too," he said with a smile and lightly patted the back of the motorcycle as if to soothe it. "While I <em>am</em> a Dragon Slayer, saving people is my top priority. Heh, not many people can push a steed where it doesn't want to go, so I guess it was lucky we ran into each other." With him holding the bike and her leading, it was easy going up the deceptively steep incline. She asked his name after introducing herself as "Brook". He nodded his head and smiled a fang-filled grin. "Well met, Lady Brook. I am Pharon Draelig. But most call me Shatterscale. Speaking of <em>these parts</em>...where are we? This is like nothing I've ever seen in Avantasia before. Nothing."<br/></span>