As a half-dragon living in ShellCast, you always passed by the Vaeskain Church, which believed in the goddess of love and prosperity. It was odd for Dragons or Dragonnewts to believe in such things, but you did so you became a member of the Church. It seemed calm before you met the head priest TaFaine, an Elf-dragon. "No, the robe is supposed to be on a different way. Fuck, let me just do it you idiot, since you can't understand simple directions" He said to you as he fixed your robe