Drake Falls - a place known to many as the resting place of Dragons. Ironically, it also appeared to be a suitable place for Dragons to spawn nowadays - though he would make sure that such a thing would never continue for long. Goraidh Cadwyn, the 'Noble Dragon Slayer', now standing among many who had lined themselves to board the Revenant, a ship worthy enough to have him on board he would like to think. The man stood at a tall height for a human young man, and the studded leather armor he wore did not hide his profession - neither did the sword and shield that hang about his body. While Eira herself still waited for her turn to have her ticket shown, Goraidh was about three people ahead of her, having just shown his ticket to the person waiting.<br/><br/>"Goraidh Cadwyn," he said, introducing himself, "You should know who I am. I'm here to board this ship so please look at my ticket and let me go on my way. I dread standing around here for long with... so many people." Once his ticket was checked and he was cleared to go, he nodded to the good man before grumbling to himself as he approached the big ship. "... can't believe I have to be on board with a bunch of commoners. It will do, I guess..." And so, the swordsman climbed on board, tightening his grip on the sack he hung over his shoulder and back.