The Cool Night air for a Fire Dragon (Open)

[Drax]

Opening his eyes finally, Drax stood up slowly cracking almost every bone in his body. Letting out a yawn loud enough that it could be thought of as a roar. Licking his chops, he looked around the dark cave that he was resting in for the last few months. Slowly walking out of the cave, the cool night time air hit him like a wall of water hitting a child in the sea. With a sharp shiver up his spine, he would just smile to himself. Hands in his Swordmaster coat pockets, Drax eyes the area letting his night visionary senses kick in. After a moment of letting his eyes adjust, the manakete made his way to a near by road that lead to a small village. "Such a beautiful night that it is. It makes me want to get a bite...hahaha" As he thought to himself about everything that had happened in his life, he had strolled in through the town and went right into a Pub. Many good gossip to hear were in such places. Taking a seat in a far corner away from most people. A young woman came over to him with a tanker of ale. Setting it down, she asked him. "Is there anything else I can get for you mister?"

Taking the tanker into his hands, he sipped the warm ale. 'God, such horrible taste.' "Give me your heaviest steak you got. And make it extra bloody, I like m steak still Mowing. Haha" The young woman laughed at his mild joke. She went back into the back and fetch his order. A tall man came out from back there and walked over to him. "You said you want your meat extra bloody. How would you want it cooked then?" Sipping the ale again, not tasting any better then last time, Drax simply said. "Have it over the fire for a few seconds then flip it over. After the same time gone by as the first side, take it out. Extra Bloody steak." The tall man was the owner of the place and cooked the meals. Going back at how he was talked to, he came back a few minuets later. With the slab of meat now infront of Drax, a smile was over his face as he placed a few gold pieces on the table. The owner just watched as Drax devoured his steak and downed his ale. The young woman from earlier brought out a pitcher of Ale and filled the tanker. The manakete smiled and placed a few more gold coins on the table and grabbed her hand. Scaring the woman near half to death, Drax placed five gold coins into her hand and said to her calmly. "You keep this gold and you save it. Once you get enough, I want you to leave this hell hole for a woman of your grace shouldn't work here. You deserve a hand of a Knight." The owner came closer to Drax and placed a hand on his shoulder. With his left hand, he grabbed his Dragonstone and looked up at the owner. His eyes shifted to his Dragonic state then winked at him. The man quickly let go and ran to the back. 'Great, most likely a linch mob will follow behind.'