Drukali looked around the place that he and his people had been told to live in while they waited for Leon to arrive at the frontlines. The dragons had adopted their human forms in order to use the accommodation, which was something that none of them liked, but it was better than sleeping outside.
"The human form is weak, fragile, vulnerable. However, it is convenient." Drukali said as he leaned forward and picked up the porcelain tea cup that was filled with a warm, chocolate tea.
Nezario and a few other dragons watched their leader indulge in what seemed to be a guilty pleasure with a strange look on their faces. This ferocious Dragon Overlord, was sipping tea and sighing like a gullible human.
Knock knock.
Two firm knocks sounded against the door and Nezario's head turned over. He stood up, paused to look down at his clothed body with a sigh, before continuing to the door. When he opened it, he saw a Beastkin soldier standing outside.
