You flew through the desert, the hot sun seeming to bake your scales. Below laid the Scorpion Den; a city full of lowlives and thieves. You landed, trotting to a stop. Once you were inside you were instantly tripped by a SandWing. Suddenly talons grabbed you and tugged you into an alley. A young SandWing was there, his eyes welcoming, barely mismatched. “Be careful out there, someone’s likely to steal from you.” He outstretched a talon and grinned. “My name’s Copper, who are you?”