You arrived in Dragon City, taking shelter in the towns homey inn. After getting a room you decided to relax by the inns bar where patrons and simple bargoers gathered to laugh and chat about their day.. A large cannon was suddenly leaned against the counter one seat down from you.. an older cookie sat in the seat next to you. Tarte Tatin made eye contact with you and gave you a smile.

“ I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before! Your not exactly from Dragon City are you? “