As the others rounded up about him, presenting him as perhaps some lord or king, the man arched his back slightly, raising his chin to the station he deserved.

After all, no matter how humble a dragon is - he's still a dragon.

"Well met, Kalinor; I am Androse Pensive, prince of a far-off realm; and this is my circle of fellows with whom I find myself traveling with," Xiuhcoatl said, his tongue rolling softly to his accent, "It is true that we seek Sigil. I myself wish to know why it is called the City of Doors when it is so difficult to seek passage into it; in addition, it is my goal to press for land to setup a charity there."

He smiled, bowed slightly, and turned, "Perhaps you wish to accompany us? If by my entourage should allow it, I welcome all under my banner."

His banner? His robe had an golden eye of a dragon, encircled with blue-white stitching resembled lightning, on the back of it.