Here There Be Dragons

[Drake Martin]

At a table in a corner of one of the less crowded bar rooms sat three sometimes dragons.

"I still can't believe you're my roommate's double," Drake said to Aiden after a swallow of his beer, "That's just freaky."

[Gemma Sloan]

Gemma seems kind of listless at the moment, just listening to the conversation as she sips on some beer.

[Aiden Mitchell]

At a table in a corner of one of the less crowded bar rooms sat three sometimes dragons.

"I still can't believe you're my roommate's double," Drake said to Aiden after a swallow of his beer, "That's just freaky."

"And yet he is not a dragon. The universe is full of disappointments," Aiden said considering his drink more than consuming it.

[Drake Martin]

"Yeah. Not nearly enough dragons," he agreed firmly.

[Gemma Sloan]

"More than one can be too many depending on the circumstances."

[Aiden Mitchell]

Aiden nodded.

"A territorial dispute in the making, yes," Aiden said.

[Drake Martin]

"In that case, I call dibs on the sky. All of it. It's mine now," he smirked.

[Gemma Sloan]

"In the current situation? You're welcome to it."

[Drake Martin]

"So!" he exclaimed, "Do either of you, well, hoard things?"

[Gemma Sloan]

"I don't hoard things," Gemma says indignantly, "I collect. Maps, specifically."

[Aiden Mitchell]

"How can one hoard, my apologies collect just one thing?" Aiden asked with a smile. "My hoard is made up of antiques, suits of armor, books, firearms, wine and the like."

[Gemma Sloan]

"Because one has a limited budget," Gemma says defensively.

[Drake Martin]

"For me, the instinct to collect is there but it's mostly random junk so far."