Waewyn manor. A large, elegant mansion, made of a hardy oak base with many glass panes adorning the angular walls. It is a pleasant colour, a deep maroon, slightly faded over time. The manor had many shrubs and trees surrounding it, emerald green vines crawling up the walls. The early sunshine shone through the stained glass window adorning the towers, spreading a pleasant array of colours across the grass. A gentle chime rang through the air, a gentle breeze allowing his wind chimes to produce the lilting noises.

Accompanying the ring of bells, was a violent clanging, emanating from the hedge-enclosed backyard of the manor. A warm glow bathed the flagstone coated patio, as Caedes stood outside, a thin rapier in his hand, the golden gem-encrusted hilt sparkling. The steely blade flickered through the air, swiftly disarming a dummy, made of straw. He sighed, turning to grab a piece of fresh fruit from a platter behind him. 

He let out a brief whistle, and raised his leather padded glove. Surely enough, a high pitched caw sounded through the air, and a dark silhouette darted across the bright sky. It swooped down, whistling through the air, before unfurling it's rather impressive wingspan, slowing down to a gentle glide, before falling to a rest on Caedes' leather gauntlet. The Wyvern let out a smaller, less harsh caw, an endearing gesture. Chuckling under his breath, Caedes took out a piece of meat.
"Perhaps you need a treat, my small winged friend."

He said, tossing the succulent slice of steaming steak into the air. Skar, the draconide, flapped up swiftly to snag the meat from mid-air. He gulped it down, screeching with satisfaction. Caedes stroked Skar on his head, congratulating him. Taking a deep breath of the crisp, fresh morning air, Caedes made a decision to go out into town. He had very few servants, most of whom simply preformed the deeds of upkeeping the unused parts of the manor. He dismissed those who were working today, as it was such a nice day, and he felt that the manor could go a day without so much attention.

He strolled back into his house, grabbing a cloak, satchel, and money purse, then mounting his rapier back on his wall. He strolled out, headed to town, simply to mingle, and perhaps purchase some more nourishment, as he didn't purchase much food, and not very often. He whistled as he walked out, calling Skar to his side. He knew that Skar attracted attention- almost too much- but Skar loved going for walks, and was rather intimidating to potential robbers. As he left, the nest of Wyverns that had made their home in the spires of his mansion let out a screech, jealous of their pampered brother.