Makes a dragon wanna retire, man [closed]

[Winters-Feather]

Lady Isild was famous for her Courtyard of Cats. It was attached to her villa in Tiriel, where she spent her summers to visit family.  Most were strays that had climbed the villa's vine covered walls. Sometimes, if  she felt extra generous, she would invite homeless children to rest a while. She had even ordered artists to design towers and small, beautiful nooks throughout its gardens. In the center was a large fountain, always with fresh, sweet water. Radustan welcomed its taste to his rough tongue. His journey had been long, though pleasent. The walls  were protected against influtaters, sneaky shapeshifters who wished to sneak in as cats- but the spell had loopholes. As a werecat, Radustan fit the bill.  He looked towards the sun dial, the markings on the ground representing each hour with beautiful script.

The nineth hour, he noted. He sat up in attention.
As if on que, the lady appeared, her gray hair tumbling down her shoulders. There was kindness in her soft, violet eyes, the werecat noticed, but also a keenness as her eyes landed on him.  He blinked and returned to drinking water.
She sat by him, running a hand through his fur. She found the scroll hidden in his collar from a small, secret compartment. She scanned it, her lips pursing together.
She anticipated this, though does not like whatever is written, the cat noted.
She pulled out a pencil and a small, thin piece of paper. She looked around to make sure nobody was around before scribbling a brief reply.
"I sent a servant to the post master with an idle message and extra money to cover your fees," she explained as she tucked the letter away.
"You know to whom this goes to?" she inquired, her voice quick and direct.
The werecat nodded.
The lady blinked, a little taken aback. She had been aware of whom the messager was, but the sight of him was still shocking!
"Urm, very well then," she said, regaining her composure.  "off you go, now. Quickly."

The werecat pretended not to hear, as only a cat would, before trotting on his way and back up over the gate, into the streets of a waking Tiriel

[Valo]

What a lovely morning, thought Sparx when he jumped out of the bed. He had stayed the night in an old inn, which he had accidentally found last night. He had traveled all the way to Serendipity, because he had heard that it was the best place to find stupid people. An old grumpy man had whispered it to him few weeks ago, and now here he was finding out if it was so.

It didn't take long before Sparx was fully dressed and already standing near the market square, trying to get some attention. He shouted and weaved his hand theatrically, and soon there was bunch of people standing around him. He took his dices from his pocket, and showed them to the audience. Just a regular dices, somebody would say. Oh well..
Sparx got a few volunteers and set up a game. Of course he gave the men chance to win, and after winning few times they wanted to bet. And when they bet, they lost. Too bad.

Before anybody got too suspicious he gathered all his things and moved his base. He walked for a half a mile and ended up standing near the post office, where he repeated the trick he had just done. A bit risky, but it was the most easiest trick, and usually people were too dumb to understand it before it was too late. 

[Winters-Feather]

The large cat made its way back to the post office. There he would stay for a short while before preparing for the trip to Altas Verde. He had paid scant attention to the performer outside- he had a job to do. However, once he had finished his quick report that he was 'assigned to Atlas Verde,' he perched himself in the open window for a short break. His large, owlish eyes watched as the street performer in front of him induldged passerbys with games. He could tell the man was a dishonest sort, though not not malicious. More importantly, he could tell that he man was not entirely a man, but a dragon. Old, too, older than he was. The cat could smell it from him, and it peaked his interest.
A dragon's fondness for gold is well known, he told the man through telepathy, amusement in his 'voice.'  But never have I seen them earn it through petty gambling.

[Valo]

"Aand.. Two fives! Sorry buddy. I won this round. Shit happens, even to the best of us! Is there anybody..." suddenly Sparx thought that he had gone mad. He heard voice in his head. The voice was weird, nothing that he had heard before. It couldn't belong to a person. He turned around to see if there was somebody. Nobody.

"Sorry, did you hear that?" the dragon asked from the crowd. Dragon's fondness for gold is very well known, but usually people didn't see that he was actually a dragon. How did this somebody know?
"Oh, sorry. My mistake. Forget it", he said and smiled to the crowd. "So, as I was asking--" PETTY GAMBLING? Sparx turned around again. This was telepathy, for sure. It had to be. He had heard of it, but never had he experienced it. Even tho he had lived for a several thousand years. Still, the masters of telepathy 

"Okay, folks, it's time to finish. So sorry, see you later", he said and quickly grabbed his dices and cards to his pocket. "Yes, yes, some other time, good sir", he said to an old man and quickly disappeared to the crowd. Rapidly he walked behind the corner and waited, if somebody showed up. The dragon turned his head from side to side, and all he could see was an ugly looking cat looking out of the window.

[Winters-Feather]

The ugly cat purred at the dragon's confusion. He watched the curious individual for a few moments before jumping from the window still. He had a job to  do, and there were preparations to be done.

A young man emerged from the post office,  with a round face, a head of gray hair, and a lean body hidden beneath baggy, black clothes. His eyes were very green. The collar, whcih was a little more obvious, pinched him slightly, and so the man adjusted it, though did not feel a  need to remove it.He had seen others wear such necklaces for ordornment purposes.

This form was faster than his cat one, though the werecat took great pains to change in secret. He roamed the streets, enjoying the novality of walking on two legs, again. It didn't take him long before he caught scent of his dragon friend nearby...