It was late at night. The great Storm Dragon, Veldora, sat out at a pub in the city of Tempest, casually interacting with others while having a sip of brandy, however he wasn't getting drunk. The night seemed to carry a joyous tone as he soon made his way through the streets, smiling and talking with other citizens every now and then, as they aren't used to Veldora not only being human, but being within their presence as well.