Wasn't Expecting That

ronin A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets Ronin had a dragon. A damned dragon. He didn't have a clue what he was supposed to do with a baby dragon, or how to take care of one, or what she wanted... okay, no. That last one was a lie. The creeping sensation that had seized him when he had been helping the tiny reptile hatch had only flourished since - he felt her in his mind like a curious child, and she was... well. Hungry and cold, but the latter was fading at least. Probably because she was curled up snug against the side of his neck as he marched through the Settlement, legs still soaking and his teeth chattering away. Her long tail was looped about him and she snuffled at the warm little space behind his ear, her scales cold and her nose inquisitive. He went to Remi's because he had somehow turned a magical item into a lobster, and... well, he would know what to do with this right? Right? "Remi! he called as he entered the alchemy shop, arching an eyebrow and looking around for his friend. "You have got to see this."