[Gwyneth Ralcor]

Gwyneth smiled as she saw the strangers face for the first time. "Sir you have nothing to fear from me. I have had a couple of friends in the past who were dracon's such as yourself. I know that many softskins fear and hate your kind, but I am not one of them. I have come to realize that the Gods put each one of us here on this planet for a reason, and that in their own due time they will let us know what that reason is." Her hand begining to hurt Gwyneth eased her grip a bit upon the pommel of her sword. "Now as for why I am walking through the city with my hand upon my sword. I have just come from Trysvale where I escaped from a group of slave traders. I only escaped because the medic of the group helped me and had he been caught it would have meant his death. If you wish to know more of what happened I can tell you."

Gwyneth just shakes her head as a young man walks towards herself and the dracon his nose stuck in a book and not taking notice of what is going on around him. When the young man trips over the Lutran who had just scurryied away from them, she walks over to him. "Serale, I hope your alright. You really shouldn't try to read and walk at the same time, after all the next time you fall you could either seriously hurt yourself or someone else. Oh yes where are my manners, my name is Gwyneth Ralcor and it is a pleasure to meet you."