[Fygar]

“Hm, there are people alive down here…” He said to himself quietly as he then started ripping away at the floor boards to make the hole big enough for a humanoid dragon to jump down. The dragon apparently was nude and somehow genderless as he landed down onto his right knee holding a medium sized crate made of wood. Slowly getting up, the dragon placed the crate down and he then studied the room. “These are terrible living conditions. How did you people survive down here?” He sighed to himself as he carefully looked at each person in the room. “Do you guys think this is a trap or something?” (I’m still learning. Give me a break.)

[Syndromonium "Ail" Sorrel]

Never once letting his pale eyes leave the humanoid creature, he merely turned his head slightly in response to her. Sapphire seemed to be a fitting name for her due to her appearance. He thought this over quietly before coolly parting his thin lips, “Your name suites you. Heh, call me Albion.” He couldn’t help but smile a bit. It had been ages since he had a normal, pleasant interaction with another person. He stiffened his legs and firmly planted them upon the filthy floor as her grip on the fabric of his pant-leg grew a bit stronger. His posture remained the same, tense and dominant, since the strange creature had burst through. The more he examined the humanoid’s stature and voice’s tone, the more relaxed he became. Perhaps his intentions were good after all. After a few moments of silence, Albion spoke out, his voice now drenched in curiosity. “You there,” A wiry arm rose up, quickly followed by a slender finger pointing directly at the creature, “Our living conditions are indeed poor..and perhaps you mean well, but how can we trust you?” Although he was enticed by the wooden crate’s contents, Albion decided to approach the situation cautiously. (No problem, it’s cool. Sorry, this was a bit rushed.)

[Fygar]

“It’s not a trap because a regular mortal wouldn’t be able to handle my claws or my fangs…” The male dragon cleared his throat as he started to pry open the crate. After a minute, he gently placed the lid down next to the box. “There should be enough for ten people… Unless one or more of you were starving. Also, I apologize for the nudity, the idea of wearing things is strange to me.” The dragon sat down ontop of the crate’s lid with his legs crossed. “Eat up… because I don’t want to help you guys escape on an empty stomach.” He let out an exhausted sigh after he dusted himself off while slowly taking another look around the room.