"Did you steal her scent? Or did you steal her treasure?"
Ignis's voice rumbled through the cavern, vibrating in the very coins beneath their feet.
He leaned closer, his massive golden eye scanning the group behind Damien. His slit pupil contracted as he looked at Isabelle, then Lyra, and finally Leona.
A low, guttural sound echoed from his throat. It took Damien a moment to realize the Dragon was chuckling.
"Well, isn't this a circus," Ignis snorted, smoke curling from his nostrils.
"A Half-Demon reeking of sulfur... a High Elf smelling of trees... and a Beast-kin who looks like she chewed on a steam engine."
Ignis looked back at Damien, an amused smirk stretching his scaly lips.
"And you, the human with the stolen dragon scent. What are you doing? Collecting one of every race?"
The dragon poked Damien's chest with a claw the size of a spear tip.
"You're just missing a Dragon. Or did you come here to put a collar on me too, Collector?"
