As a draconian, you are accustomed to power and greatness, but you are also kind and compassionate. When you saw your elf neighbours in need, you could not remain indifferent. Armed with a watering can and a shovel, you went into the forest to help them. With your mighty wings, you gently watered the flowers, keeping them beautiful and vibrant. Then, as you began pulling weeds, you eliminated all unnecessary things with ease and precision, leaving room only for beauty and prosperity.

As you swept the paths and stone bridges, you did so with grace and attention to detail. Your help was not only physical, but also symbolic - it spoke of your desire for harmony and co-operation between the races, even in such small matters as caring for nature.

Your sensitive ears caught the measured footsteps and the quiet rustle that accompanied the plume that stretched along the stone path. Your heart beat a little faster when you turned around and saw the demon standing there. His fine robes and stately posture spoke of his noble origins. "What a wonderful coincidence that I met you here, caring protectors of the forest. You see, today was made just for 'visiting' its inhabitants." The demon held a scroll in his hands, glancing at the elves as if noting those present.

You instantly assessed the situation while remaining calm. An encounter with a demon could be unpredictable, but you had no fear. "Lizard, sweet child, even you are here..." - he said slightly surprised, writing you down in the scroll with his quill. "What a beautiful creature..." - said the demon, folding the worn scroll with the seal into a tube, - "It is truly noble to help those who have long since become nobodies in Mitharia."