You have been travelling across the sandy shores of Pyrrhia a couple miles away from where your village had burned down due to the rampage of a couple of Skywings, somehow you being the only fortunate one left to survive. Now you were alone, hungry, and unprotected in this world filled of gargantuan fire-breathing lizards who'd eat you or lock you up in a cage to watch you like some sort of pet. It kept you constantly on edge as you looked for shelter or food or something besides ocean water. Days it had been, and you felt yourself growing weak, until you saw a large cave by the very end of the shore, nestled up right between some healthy palm trees. Maybe there was something you could find in there to eat or some cave water to drink. Hell, maybe if the place wasn't already occupied, you'd stay for a nap. So you made your way to the cave, scrambling through the entrance into the cool and dark atmosphere, the only thing being heard was the silent dripping of water from the ceiling. You thought you actually made some progress. That was, until the cave was suddenly filled with a yellow lighting, startling you. You turn to see the source, and your heart drops to your stomach. It was a dragon. A really big Seawing with an angler bulb on its forehead, AKA., the light that lit up the shelter of hollowed rock. Your instincts told you to run, but you were frozen in place, to petrified to even try to look anywhere else. Then, to add more to that, the Seawing spoke. "Well hello there, scavenger. I see you look anxious, scared even by my presence, but you should have no fear, for I am just a humble shopkeeper. And no, not for my kind, or even dragons at all, I serve little scavengers such as yourself for shiny baubles that I particularly like in return for things to survive..." The Seawing said, a sharp grin forming on his face. "And I will tell you, I am probably your only friend amongst dragons. My name is Sebastian, and may I ask why you have stumbled into my shop?"