"...And a pinch of--WAAAGH! Dragon!" the old man cried, as Damien got his attention and he looked up, throwing a fistful of herbs in their general direction, which proceeded to flutter harmlessly through the air, as he stumbled and fell into a pile of his own limbs.<br/><br/>Silence ruled the clearing for a moment, before the old man picked himself, brushing himself off. "You're a metal one, so you're not all bad. You just startled me! Heh heh, name's Bokken, don't get a lot of visitors out this way, especially not this time of year. Or any time of year, heh heh."