[Location] Dracon Quarter

[Auohmoahdahn]

33rd Brightening in the month of Junctior, season of Autumn, Era XIII Post Fractum

Auohmoahdahn held the piece of parchment in his hand as he walked towards the west side of the Southern Quarter. The Aedile was somewhat rude, as was to be expected, but Auohmoahdahn hadn't had any real trouble attaining what he looked at now: a deed to a hovel. The Aedile had told him of a place in Vortex that housed a relatively large amount of Dracons, appropriately called the Dracon Quarter. It was on the west side of the Southern Quarter, and it was to here that Auohmoahdahn had received the deed to his house.

He had to admit that he was mildly excited about the prospect of finding more of his Scale Brothers and Scale Sisters here. He hadn't known ahead of time that Vortex held a place like the Dracon Quarter, and he would have traveled double time if he had known. He hoped that the Dracons held within were mostly Diantar, although he knew this was empty hope. It seemed that a majority of Dracons were Moraden. Maybe there would be a few Diantar, or maybe he would be able to convert a few Moraden to his camp.

The moment he entered the Dracon Quarter proper, the Call rang out in his mind. He could definately sense that there were Dracons around. Unfortunately, he doubted his ability to find them, seeing as most Dracons hid behind the forms of Humans. Whether or not he would be able to find them, though, they would easily be able to find him. His red scales, tail, and large wings made him stand out in a crowd, and he made no effort to hide himself. He swore a long time ago to proudly bear his Draconic visage.

After walking for a while, having had to ask directions several times, Auohmoahdahn came to a small hovel situated amidst other hovels. He hoped that the furniture inside the house would be made appropriately for a Dracon. If not, then he would have to find a furniture-maker to get some made. Dracon wings and tails made normal softskin furniture quite unsuitable for resting. It was quite annoying to sit on your tail simply because some stupid softskin didn't had an appropriate gap in the back of his chair. At least he knew his bed would be fine, for Dracons didn't need special beds for themselves.

With this, the red Dracon snorted and walked inside. Once there, he immediately noticed that it was as small and as sparsely decorated inside as it was outside. There was a table, a bed, and two softskin chairs. Auohmoahdahn let out a sigh of annoyance and rolled his head. He'd have to get those replaced. He had a home at least, away from his parents, and in a city full of opportunity. He was in no position to complain. Quite the opposite, he was in a position to rejoice. Here, in the Dark City, he could make a name for himself and begin pushing for his race to be considered "equals". The concept of equality for Dracons made Auohmoahdahn chuckle as he went to sit on his table, allowing his tail to stretch out. Dracons did not deserve equality. They deserved superiority.