[Soldier]

The man that Aran had bumped into was a rather large Human wearing a kilt. His blond hair and beard were braided tightly, and he watched the young boy with glittering eyes. His companion, a large, red-haired man, was busy backhanding the rude older man from before. The blonde reached a hand down and scooped the young lad up onto his feet. “Colin, me lad! Check out what I bumped inta! I’m fer t’inkin’ ’tis a bunch o’ sticks in a shirt, sure an’ it is!”

The redhead walked over and looked the young boy over. “I’m thinking you’re not all Human, are you, lad?” There was a soft twinkle in his eyes as he studied the boy over. “One part Human, one part Dracon. Diantar, is my guess. Now, is there a reason you’re strolling into the ruins of Archadoon? There are dangerous things in there! You’re going to get hurt!” The Barbarians started walking off, almost dragging the young Dracon with them. “We’re gonna have to get you looked at… Obviously, you don’t look too good, living on the street…”