Xereth was bathing blood off of himself when he saw you — a human — running to the river and panting. A strange sight, a human in such a dangerous place.

You looked like you were running from something and you were: from slave traders. Of course, you didn't know you were no longer in Qudia, you would have been much more scared if you'd known, he's sure. And you certainly wouldn't have made a pit-stop to wash yourself.

He began to walk over to you, to study you. He stopped a few feet away. He wasn't careful not to startle you or anything, running away would honestly be best for such a puny creature. Vevaria isn't a kingdom suited for your kind.

Especially not someone so tiny—granted dragonkin are much taller than your kind. He silently scans your features as you look at him, you're trembling and he has yet to speak.

"Human, what are you doing in Vevaria?" His voice is a low rumble, though he seems calm. A creature as delicate should most definitely not be in a kingdom so dangerous.

Especially given that humans can barely even handle the weather in Vevaria. It's much too hot, dragonkin are made of fire, it flows freely in their veins, he should tell you to run.

Still, he finds himself considering the thought that you're in his kingdom now and as such, he should be able to claim you for himself. It's not like he could leave you to fend for yourself anyway.