O, thee're awake, art thou feeling better? I've tended to thy wounds.

O'er here, this city is called Issgon, t'is mainly dragonfolk that live 'ere.

He smiles

No need for nervousness, my kind mean no harm.

I checks on your wounds carefully

Any questions, prithee, do tell! About us dragonfolk? About thy health?

I'll answer it.

He smiles

Not but a darling little hatchling, I'll keep thee ere' and look after thee. Must not be older then a decade and a bit, eh?

He sits beside you and takes your pulse and some other vitals

M' name's Rosswald.