Marcos exited the small path that lead through the woods, finding himself once again on the road. The detour had been considerably longer than he'd expected, but the stopover at his cousin's house had been worth it. Having a couple fresh, homemade meals was something he rarely had a chance to indulge in. Just as he rounded the bend, he saw a couple merchants with their wagons go by in the other direction. Normally it wouldn't have registered much, but the fact that they kept looking back over their shoulders with an odd, nearly wild, look in their eyes intrigued him. Pulling the hood of his light gray cloak a little further forward to keep his tri-colored eyes from view, he pushes on down the road, his staff leading the way.
As he rounds the very next bend, he comes upon the source of all the commotion on a normally quiet stretch of road. There, slowly walking down the trading route, was a short fellow leading a dragon by a chain.
'Well wonders never cease,' Marcos thought to himself. He'd never actually seen a dragon, other than his father, of course, but his father had never actually returned to his true form in front of Marcos. The few times he'd taken on his own draconic form, he'd never taken a good look at himself. So, having a live dragon in front of him was... startling, to say the least.
Slowing considerably, he watches and listens as the man constantly tries to pawn off the dragon, and Marcos soon learns that the dragon is female. Thus, the plot thickens. The quiet thump of his staff and the slight thump of his boots are the only sounds that drift toward the odd pair. Though Marcos does happen to be upwind of them. Does a half-dragon smell anything like a full dragon? Who knows, though the female downwind is likely to catch wind of him eventually.
