The shopkeeper nodded, and said, "Alright, 'ne moment please."<br/><br/>Turning he grumped as he dug through the boxes behind him, saying, "Damn kid, never bothers to put nothing back in it right spot. Swear, don't know why we took the bastard in after his whore of a mom died."<br/><br/>Turning, he limped toward the back room, and yelled, "Ancalagon, gert your red scaled ass out here! Where did you put the damn box with tha clothing?"<br/><br/>A grumble from the back room, which, from the noise, was also the smithy for the village, and a young male dracotaur stepped into the room, and glared at the store keeper, before pointing to one of the boxes behind the counter, and walking back into the forgery, never saying a word, and looking at the females with a barely passing interest.