LOCKE
Locke slips his hand under the dragon's chin, offering a little scritch. "If I had something to give you, I would. But all I have is a beer. And I get the feeling you don't drink." His voice is a smidge higher pitched than normal and he'd be embarrassed if he thought anyone was paying attention. Ronin might be but it's fine. He's curious about the getting a dragon thing but doesn't get much of an answer. It's probably not a singular experience. He's not sure why he assumed there was just a little dragon hatchery somewhere in Stormbreak.
Locke's pretty much made up his mind at this point but he's playing with a dragon and he's got free booze so he's happy to keep warming his seat for now. "Why'd you come to Torchline anyway? Doesn't seem like prime recruiting location."
Locke's pretty much made up his mind at this point but he's playing with a dragon and he's got free booze so he's happy to keep warming his seat for now. "Why'd you come to Torchline anyway? Doesn't seem like prime recruiting location."
I'm not gonna lie
I want you for mine
I want you for mine