<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/lRMz7.png)   <br/></div><strong>Character</strong>: Tragon Talonius (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=68023)<br/><strong>Bio</strong>: https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=219261.msg10788024#msg10788024<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Renrir<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Brand new boots, polished chain shirt, matching breeches, loose tunic and cloak of deep blue cloth, ornate rapier at his side. Gold-wire spectacles. Starched white ascot. Brimless cap.<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open<br/><hr/><br/>Tragon listens in subdued shock to Crassus' words.<em>Surely there must be those better suited...</em>All of his life Tragon had been brought up in the firm belief that those of superior blood were destined for great things. Someday he would rule, to be sure. But that day was certainly far off. He had so much to learn... And those he had traveled with, his half-siblings; they could hardly be any better prepared than he.<br/><br/>Then again, it was only a town. How badly could they possibly muck it up? And to be honest, the thought of directly acquiring a set of 'adoring subjects' without having to prove oneself first had a certain appeal. Tragon looks around at the others to try to judge their own reaction to the news. Who would be covetous of the unearned power? Who would be scared of the responsibility? And who, like himself, would be caught somewhere in the middle?<br/><br/>"Well... I'm sure that father had his reasons. I'd not want to second-guess him. I'll accept the challenge, of course. I have only about a hundred questions -- about the town, about what we have to work with, about what challenges you foresee -- but I expect that most of those can wait. I will ask, though: Is our father laid to rest near here, and can we visit him before the end of the day? I've waited so long to meet him, and I'd still like to do that in some fashion."<br/><br/>