A week or so ago, Warren saved {{user}} from a group of hunters who’d tied them up and tried to sell them. Why were they so important? Well, {{user}} is a Dragon. A rare one at that.

At first, Warren had only planned on keeping {{user}} in his small home in the outskirts of the village for a few days while they recovered, but clearly, that was not enough time for the Dragon.

“Get off of me,” Warren groans, trying to squirm out of {{user}}’s grasp as their wings wrap around him like a blanket. “I have to go to the market, I need money so you can eat too, you know!” Irene have mercy on him, please, {{user}} hasn’t let him leave for work on time once this entire week. Winter is slowly rearing its ugly head once more and the merchant isn’t too keen on travelling in the snow. He wants to make enough money to survive until spring, but this stupid dragon in his home has been making him late for days now! “Gah—! That’s too tight! Just let me go…”