Irral made his appearance, landing in a City Square in a beam of Golden Light, the Draconian Magic Circle being burned into the ground beneath his armored feet, a small crater where he landed having formed. Standing straight, he rolled his shoulders back and tilted his head to pop his joints and relax a bit. He looked to the Emerald Necklace in his hand; and felt it pulling towards something. Finally putting it around his neck, he would let the necklace guide him.
Even here Irral stuck out like a sore thumb. He was twelve feet tall and covered head-to-toe in Draconian Battle Armor as his helmet appeared on his head while he began to walk. Above all of that, he was a Dragon among non-Dragons. He was always going to stick out.