[b]Name:[/b] No
[b]Level:[/b] 1
[b]Race:[/b] Dragon
[b]Class:[/b] Barbarian
[b]Date/Time:[/b] Day 1 / Morning
[b]Location:[/b] Post ends with No cleaning
[b]Tagging:[/b][@Fetzen][@Cyrania][@Ashevelendar] [b]Mentioned:[/b] N/A

No heard all the chiming in for the king’s quest and that was when the dragon turned around to face the three heroes that had [i]copied him[/i] as he would interpret. He waved a dismissive hand at them.

“Woah, hey, your help is unnecessary,” he told them. No then grinned back at The Messenger. “I always insist on going on these missions alone and others insist on following me.”

When the gargoyle thudded over, No could feel how heavy he was through the floorboards, the dragon frowned, one bottom-jaw fang poking out of the corner of his mouth while he glared at the stone devil.

“The only mockery is the worthless excuse for a doorstop standing before me,” the dragon jeered. “What would a church piece know anything about courts? He isn’t asking for manners. He’s asking for a strong warrior to help him with his problems, and that’s exactly what I’m gonna do!”

No whirled back around to face The Messenger. “What do you want? This walking statue who’d be more useful sitting on a fountain pissing water, this bitchy elf, this green woman whose in denial about her sexuality, or the most powerful dragon that ever terrorized this land, [i]me?[/i]”