Manzo extended his hands and stroked the tail of the dragonkin who sat. The scales of the tail were smooth against his palm, it brought back memories of when he was taken in by the dragon who taught him to use his magic. It reminded him of night spent sleeping on her back, staring at the clouds and looking for shape in the woodlands the elves called home. It was a comforting feeling. Not wanting to get lost in the feeling he would retract his hand from her tail.
"Here for work and play, that makes sense, you can get a lot done in this city." He said as he took a sip from the drink he retrieved from the cooler of himself. A little bit of the drink trickling down his chin and onto his exposed chest. He quickly raised a hand to wipe it off, not wanting it to stain his swim trunks. Getting dark colored drinks out of white clothes was a real pain in the ass.
He watched as she raised her delicate limb up, contorting her elegant digits in a manner in which to begin an incantation. He wasn't sure what to expect from a dragonkins' spell weaving. What he witnessed was some sort of space time magic mixed with the products of necromancy. It was interesting to say the least, certainly not something he expected to see on the beach. Beauty and power, she'd make a fantastic addition to Blue Pegasus' ranks. Though he would not bring that up, she didn't seem the type to want to be nailed down.
He sniffed the air when she mentioned that he may recognize him. The smell of death really being the only thing he could make out of him. Well that and the smell of salt, which makes sense he was coming out of the sea after all. "Yeah I can't say I recognize him by his smell, and not from his appearance at all. He's probably better off this way as opposed to what he was doing." He added taking another sip of his drink.
His ears twitched a bit when she mentioned forming a faction of her own. Something told him it was probably going to be related to dragon slayers considering she was, well, what she was after all. Adding anyone other than her own kind didn't make much sense to say the least. As she continued to speak about what it is she was after, it was exactly as he suspected. Reuniting her people, sounds like she was a monarch who was exiled, though he doubted that.
"Yeah the food here is second to none, when I'm not doing my duties as Ace I'm the owner and operator of a little Joyan place on the mainland." He said as ran his fingers through his silver hair. His strong facial features easier to see without the white mop of hair covering it, he had often thought of doing something different with his hair but he couldn't truly be bothered with such things right now.
"No I don't expect much trouble most of the time to be honest, I've done a good job of driving privateers away from our shores. But you can never be too careful. Also sometimes it's nice to be able to just be amongst the people you serve." He said as he placed his drink down beside him, bringing his knees up to his chest. He wrapped his arms around them and rested his chin on his forearm.
"Keeps me grounded, also looking at all the bikinis doesn't hurt." He said with a small chuckle as he gazed out at the ocean. The sea breeze wafting over them, and filling his nostrils. It was true though, he really did just enjoy being around the people. It was nice to feel normal, even if he wasn't one of them at all. But for that moment he was happy to just be one of them. To feel the sense of normalcy to be just another face in the crowd, responsibility has a way of clouding ones vision as well as ones' own personal sense of importance.