Ezenvare Queem
Eze had been staring at Armory only for a few moments when Skip had bounced on over and handed him some sort of small hard bread with a strange color. Honestly, the half-dragon was confused as to what purpose this strange piece of bread served. Is it a potion?
Then the strange man that handed it to him petted Eze on the neck. The half-dragon was caught completely off guard, and in response tightened away from the hand while letting loose an awkward sound. The fin on the back of Eze's neck shot up, exposing the entire membrane that it held up. Meanwhile, the rest of Eze was busy trying to avoid falling over from the sudden movement. His feet had slid further apart and his staff was now more firmly planted into the ground. His tail and body swung from right to left several times, the tail mirroring the rest of his body, before he finally regained balance. Eze took a breath after the little ordeal, shaking from the weakening and adrenaline now within his system.