The Dragon's lair

Trent pinched the equivalent of the bridge of his nose as he looked at the large arcane Ley line map he had been working on. Though he had thoroughly scryed the lines himself the massive circle that he had been working on just had so many details that it had taken a year to get to this point. His smaller normal circles didn't require much energy or detail as they were again, small changes compared to what he was doing here. This circle was as wide as Trent was tall and that was a considerable amount.

Once the Ley Line Map was completed he would be able to being construction on his hobby of Golem manufacturing. Mostly as a time sink and to keep him busy when he wasn't grading papers. As he wrote another sigil in immaculate detail on one section he heard something, something he hadn't heard in too long. It was a request to come inside his lair. Almost everyone else had just stumbled in like it was some sort of Inn or Tavern. Turning his mass around he let out a roar of welcome, his large chest making the ground quake even though it was relatively quiet for him.

With that though he looked back at the Ley Map and scratched one more rune into the circle and headed towards the entrance to his lair. Not knowing who was here he decided to keep on his Copper Scales as he walked through the Vault that was his lair. The Ceiling was tens of feet above his horns and the walls were wide enough that he could flap his wings if he wanted to and only scratch the walls gently. But walking would probably take to long to be propper so putting his claw in the air he pushed forward and a sigil circle he was quite fond of appeared and as he walked through it he appeared near the entrance to his lair. He was a bit distant from it still but that was because his size would be too massive and he wouldn't be able to look down to see his guest.

Once he was there he lowered his head down so the person would see him on their right once they were inside. With that though his nose caught a familiar scent, that of a Gold Dragon, but slightly off... To Trent this was surprising for he didn't think there were any Gold Dragons on this Planar Wheel. This...might cause a few issues later but he didn't voice them now as there wasn't anyone to talk to yet. So he waited for his guest to come into his home.

Trent waited for a short period of time before he more felt then heard someone joining him in the hall. Draconian abilities making it easy but he waited until he could see this person. Trent watched as a female dragon in humanoid form walked in and saw his frame which was larger then most Castle complexes. "I welcome you to my Lair Lady Oriana. I am Da'Rrah Evonsiaah, most know me as Trent Evensman. Please allow me to assist you in any way possible."

"I fear that anything we might discuss might require some better accommodations." Putting his claw to the wall the same glyph circle as before opened up the air distorted and in a heat wave sort showing the room that Trent had been in only a short while ago. "Now Lady Oriana, how can I assist you?" As he asked his question he began to move into the study, even as he was going through there was plenty of space for Oriana to move through as well. "and please if you need anything let me know."

Once Trent was in the room he did the equivalent to a dog or cat circling the spot he was going to lay down in before finally setting down and gracefully putting all his weight off of his claws. While he did so he listened to Oriana's request but he waited until he was laying down before finally responding. "Unfortunately Lady Oriana I cannot agree to joining any one clan in full. It is true that I do not have a clan connections here on this world. But I am the last of the Copper Wing from my original home. Other then some of the artifacts from there my name is the only thing I have left to remind myself of my family."

Putting a claw out in front of him and pulled up and a small grain silo appeared. He punched two holes in the top on opposite sides and began to drink from it when he put it down the next time he exhaled . "I can assist in anything you might need. I have a lot of resources at my disposal and I'm willing to aid in any other form you might wish. If it's a new place to live I'm more than willing to share my home here if that is what you need as a Safe Haven."

"My Clan was that of Evonsiaah. When I refer to the Copper Wing I was talking of the Copper Dragon Race entire. I am both the last of clan and race, sorry for the confusion. Though I'm not so much displaced as 'chose to travel elsewhere'. I've spent the majority of my life exploring the vast rainbow of Planar Wheels that are in Reality. I only decided to teach here at the school about a decade ago or so." Trent took another swig of his custom drink as a purple smoke cloud was produced when he exhaled.

"But yes, I'm willing to assist in any way I can. But it seems like we are dancing around the subject. How may I assist you and your clan today Lady Oriana?" Trent spoke in a casual tone as he began to take another long gulp of his drink.

Being in the middle of a sip when he heard Oriana speaking of dragon hunters made him breath in some of his drink which made him cough for a second. Once his coughing fit died down he gripped the container harder and the metal groaned under the pressure of his strength. As he glared a hole into his drink his scales began to change, a rainbow of color and energy warped around his body. Reds, Golds, Greens, Lightning, Fire...hundreds of different scales warped over his body. In a way this was his 'True' Form revealing his ability to change into any dragon type he wanted to be, so long as he met a dragon of the type.

"Bahamute damned dragon hunters and you say there here on the island?!" Trent was furious. In a way he had claimed the island as his 'territory' in a way of protecting it but he didn't need to from other dragons it was more just him saying this was home. But these dragon hunters were something he would not, COULD not allow to be on HIS island.

Eventually Trent's scales settled on a blood red color. "Do you know where they might be on the island?" His voice was now filled with hate towards these hunters. Mainly for the fact that they liked to kill his kin, and the fact that he had just adopted a young dragon who had lost his family to dragon hunters.