The dragon takes a sip of his wine, gazing out of the tavern window. His long, golden whiskers twitched every so often, as he read the energy of the area nearby. He was alone with his thoughts, every so often rubbing the tuft on his chest, or running his hands through his elegant hair. His silver eyes, and the ivory white horns on his head, and and the scales, were a beautiful contrast to the electric blue hair and scales on the rest of his body. His gaze shifted, noticing he was being watched.