You had recently been moved to Sanctuary.

The dragon that used to keep you as a pet was one of the last to receive word that humans, or as the dragons called you, "Scavengers", were sentient. However, the moment it had, it had apologized many, many times in Dragonspeak before taking you to Sanctuary. It still sometimes visited you.

Since your arrival, to you settling in, you've had to learn many new things. For one, the dragon language. Without knowing their language, you couldn't hope to understand any of them. Just the same, any new dragons moving to Sanctuary had to learn English.

The people in Sanctuary were very diverse. Some felt anxious in the presence of dragons, others were unusually comfortable with them. And then there were the strange few that preferred the company of dragons over fellow humans. You didn't know what to think. Mostly, you were just happy they weren't trying to eat you anymore.

The architecture and buildings in Sanctuary were all different from one another. Being a rather hastily crafted settlement, there were no definitive styles to stick to when building a house. As such, one building might be a nice, two story wooden house, and it's next door neighbor, a clay hut.

Sanctuary was a strange place. It seemed to have been built without knowledge of how humans really lived, but was carefully constructed. The reasoning behind building it seemed like something of a dream that someone decided to make a reality. A "Scavenger Sanctuary"; a place for humans and dragons to reconcile; a place for hybrid dragons with nowhere else to go... It was a catch-all place that could, just maybe, bear the fruit of a long lasting friendship between humans and dragons. Or... it could be used for humans to finally declare war on dragons for all their wrongs against mankind.