The sound of the parchment being unrolled for what seemed like the umpteenth time was heard, the clawed hands holding it belonging to the Dragonkin known as Alexander Bane. He read the contents once again before looking around; one thing he disliked about Pyresia, the layout. Sure, it was nice to look at, but quite often he had to get directions, even despite the fact he was born and raised there. He scratched his head, his eyes glowing slightly, [color=lightblue][i]You know, next time, I'm not asking a damn Dwarf for directions. I think he purposely gave me bad directions.[/i][/color] he thought to himself, clearly irritated. He crumpled up the crudely drawn map and stuffed it into one of his packs before tugging on the reins of his horse, Destiny. The beast moved forward, her hooves clacking against the stone. Alexander, or Aussir as he preferred to be called, decided to take the path heading towards the center of the city. With any luck, he'd find what it was he was looking for, [i]The Labourer[/i].

Aussir was a unique Dragonkin, born from the love of a human and dragon, a rare instance among Dragons as he understood it. However, his life as of late had not been what it should have been, the cogs of fate turning against him. Orphaned before reaching maturity, Aussir grew distant from those he was once close to, even those who were kin. He is misunderstood, a common reaction given to closed off Dragonkin, coupled with loneliness. Aussir's loneliness was beyond that which typically manifested with his kin, and while there were those who truly understood why he was the way he was, the male had never accepted their sympathy. He chose to be alone of his own free will, not because it was thrust upon him as a child. Aussir was drawn from his thoughts when he heard the typical sounds of a tavern, deciding to alter course and investigate to see if it was The Labourer. As he drew closer, he found it was. Sighing, he turned to Destiny, [color=lightblue]"It's about time, isn't it?"[/color] he asked her, almost as if he expected her to respond. He made sure to tie her tightly to the post, moving to one side of her and retrieving a large sword with care from one of the saddlebags, strapping the weapon and it's sheathe to his back. After adjusting it, he took a few steps to the door, pushing it open.

The male had to lower his head as he entered, [color=lightblue][i]Of course the place was made by Dwarves, who else makes such a small archway? Sometimes I wonder if they even take other races into consideration when designing these places.[/i][/color] he thought. He straightened up once inside, though had to keep his head bent a little, lest he grind the ends of his horns into stumps. He sighed and rolled his eyes, Dwarves, of course. Oh well, beggars can't be choosers, especially in his line of work. He spotted a single empty seat, though that wasn't what caught his attention next; it was who was sitting in the seat next to it. Another Dragonkin. He didn't recognize them, likely because they probably never met before. She appeared to be lost in her own world from what he could see, it was likely she wouldn't pay him any mind anyways, few ever did. He moved through the tavern and sat down at the bar, folding his wings even more. He turned his head to the other patrons, it didn't seem like anyone around there was interested in hiring a mercenary tonight. He let out a sigh, [color=lightblue]"Well, so much for finding work tonight."[/color] he muttered to himself.

He turned to the bartender, [color=lightblue]"Unless you have need of a bodyguard or something?"[/color] he asked. When he got no reply, he grunted before letting his eyes wander to the Dragonkin next to him. His interactions with others were usually male, she had been the first female he ever saw, so naturally he was curious. He didn't quite understand the reason why she wore so much jewellry, then again that could be like her hoard or something. It made sense to him in his mind, though his eyes drifted to what was in her hand, the color entranced him as she spun it. He blinked and cleared his head, was he seriously just thinking of trying to rob her? He couldn't believe himself, his mother had taught him better than that! She'd be rolling over in her grave if she found out! Clearing his throat, he finally turned his head to her, [color=lightblue]"That's a pretty necklace you have, purple is quite an enchanting color, if I say so myself."[/color] he commented, nodding slightly to the amethyst. He turned in his seat to face her properly, [color=lightblue]"The name's Aussir. What brings you to a place like this?"[/color] he asked, casually motioning to the patrons around them.