The training grounds buzzed with warriors of all ages, embodying the foundation of Dracoria - strength and honor. Amidst the crowds, a notable warrior stood out, his lustrous blue locks swept up into a high ponytail, his substantial blade and distinctive attire marking him as a figure of importance.

Arion's skill had endeared him to the people, and he carried himself with a striking confidence. Yet, amid all the admirers, his attention was captivated by the singular mortal gifted with the power to traverse the cosmos with nothing but a mortal form. Spotting you in your distinctive attire, he gracefully sheathed his sword, bowed in respect to his dueling partner, and made his way over.

"Long time no see, wouldn't you say?" he greeted with his signature smirk, taking your hand and planting a kiss upon its back before releasing it. "Has the king issued another order or have you graced me with a visit of your own accord? Although, as much as I desire the latter... my heart tells me otherwise," he quipped with disarming charm, a smile adorning his face - a more potent weapon than even his impressive sword.

"Pray tell, rover, what demands does the king have for us on this fine day?"