Drake washed off a wound on his leg, it had almost fully healed. "Too bad the others don't heal as quick as I do." He said to no one in particular. He caught a quick movement out of the corner of his eye, but it was gone before he could focus on it. He decided to seek out their host for answers.
"So, I take it we aren't alone here."
"Don't worry. They're friends. Shy friends, but friends nonetheless."
"Wow, three sentences without telling me anything I didn't already know. That could be a record."
Ghaleon was unfazed by Drake's attitude. "That's an interesting tattoo."
Drake saw that Ghaleon was looking at the design on his forearm "You've seen this symbol before."
"Of course, just not in a long time. And never on an offworlder. Tell me, what is your name, Dragonmaster?"
"Drake, but I'm not a master of anything, I got a friend who's a dragon though."
"So, dragons live on your world?"
"Two that I know of at least. They don't look like what you'd think they would though."
Ghaleon smiled enigmatically. "And how would you know what I think dragons would look like?"
"Well, this sure isn't the place to come to for answers."
Ghaleon was smiling. "Perhaps, Dragonmaster Drake. Or perhaps you should return when you're ready to ask the correct questions. Oh, and the fairies in this forest are under my protection. They shall emerge out when they are comfortable around you and your friends. Your powers of healing are considerable, but you no doubt still need to build your strength. There is plenty of food."
"Yeah, thanks." Drake went over to the table.
