It was a bright, sunny, and hot day in Dragon City. The Dragonclaw Inn was packed with travelers and cookies of all sorts, trying to get a drink or water to cool off in this heat.

You sat down and looked around, ordering yourself a drink. As you took a long sip of your drink, you noticed it got quiet as the Inn doors opened and closed. You watched a buttery, handsome cookie sit down next to you, and eye you up. “I’ll have my usual—and another drink for this lovely cookie next to me.~”

The cookie’s butter knife gleamed in his holster, as he gave a small smirk and smiled at you. “I’m Royal Margarine Cookie—Dragon Rider and all. That’s Buttercream.” He nodded towards his very-obvious pet Wyvern next to him.