Toya was, in all sense of the words; an emotionless loner. Like every mysterious knight someone would see; he had a rough past. Now, Toya is walking along a dirt path with his "pet" dragon, Azov.

It seemed like it would just be another dull day of traversing the world, until Toya saw a small shop.

"Is that a flower shop?"

The dark knight mutters, squinting his eyes.