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The Figure continued to stare at the assortment gathered around, taking a bit of humor from the one that seemed nervous of their approach. What interested them more than anything however, was the word "Dragon" being thrown around. Dragons were titanic beasts, and they were for fighting above all else. But here they did not see any Dragons. Surely two small Dragonlike creatures, but not DRAGONS.

This became a sudden point of interest for the armored figure, and as the small humanish thing beside the little Dragon continued to speak, they become even more interested. Even in their many travels, and countless years alive, the figure had yet to come across a tiny Dragon.

So it stood to reason that they desired a closer look at it.

Lumbering to a dead halt behind the small human, the figure moved to one knee, a gauntleted claw reaching out tentatively to prod gently at the little Dragon beast.

"Small. Very small." The figure's voice echoed from beneath their helm, the timbre and pitch too difficult to place a clear gender to. "You say that you raise them? Are they of Fighting Stock?" The armor clad figure tilted it's horned head down to stare at the scaly beast. "Because this looks to be of Laughing Stock to me."