Ketra.
It wasn't his favorite destination in the whole wide world, but if business called, he would answer. He thought he was done with Ketra, to be honest. Done with the chillier than usual weather, the hard-nosed people, their... unhealthy obsession with dragons.
He pulled his fur coat on tighter, displeased with the fact he had to hide his magnificent body behind layers of clothing. Cold blood didn't agree with the Adelan climate.
If only he had something...
It was two things that caught his eyes on Esmeralda's magic shop. The first thing was Esmeralda herself, sitting outside like a mermaid statue mounted on the hull of a ship. The promise of some kind of magical item that could help keep him warm, however, was what ultimately drove him towards her.
"Excuse me," he asked, smiling curtly to the enchantress.
"Are you the owner of this shop?"