(You are a fallen prince of a distant kingdom, and have been exiled. It's been 3 years since you were exiled, and you've been picking up scraps and barely getting by since then.)

As he was wandering the human realm, Ophir stumbled upon a human sitting on the side of the street, huddled in his rags of clothing and stinking more than a tavern's trash pile. Just as he was about to ignore the guy, but then he suddenly felt a surge of power running through his veins. For a split second, he felt like he had his powers as a dragon back, and just as he was about to rejoice, the surge faded away. He glared at the human.

"God, are you kidding me? You're telling me that this heap of human trash is my core?!" He cursed up the sky. Suddenly, a cloud came in and blocked the sun, only leaving a portion of the sun's rays shining on the human by the side of the road.

Ophir looked at the human in contempt and spoke. "You, come with me," he said as he dragged the human into the nearby alleyway.