[Viggo Grimborn]

VIGGO GRIMBORN "Check mate." Viggos strengthening relationship with Noxaura was proving to be very beneficial. He had money, men, weapons, and a title. His lovely maiden was also benefiting, having dragons to fill their fighting arenas and feed them or provide them with merchandise. The perfect cycle they had going, so when his love complained about something, even within the walls of her own kingdom, he felt the need to investigate. Especially feuding Nobel families. A war would cause quite a loss of money flow, and shorten the numbers of possible men he could gain for his trade. What better way to investigate than go to the district of one of the families and spend the day learning rumors or... spreading rumors. He made his way around the shopping district with a handful of his men, browsing weapons or armor until his eyes caught hold of quite an odd shop. A tailoring store. Yes the people in the area were rich and possibly liked nice silk clothing, but a store dedicated to it? Here on outcast island? He stepped inside, one of his men following suit while he told the rest to continue browsing for good new equipment or trade. "Quite the odd shop for such a place." He commented lightly, arms crossed behind his back as his eyes befell the man... and the terrible terror draped across his shoulders. "Also quite the odd place to have a dragon for a pet." He smirked, and narrowed his good eye at the boy. "Such a terribly small thing they are. Wouldn't fetch much of a price anywhere."

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[Simon]

Things had been a lot easier since Serana had met him and taken a liking to him, he tended to get roughed up and threatened less, and he saw a lot more people coming in and wanting his work, it was nice, it kept him busy, it kept his mind occupied and made things just a little bit easier to manage in a place that someone like him did not belong.

But the other foot always fell, and he looked up from his work with a blanched expression when he saw the man stroll in. He only sort of recognized him, he recognized him from seeing him coming and going and spending time with Noxaura...Viggo he thought his name was...He swallowed a lump of nervousness as he set what he was working on aside and got to his feet, giving Viggo a polite bow, "y-y-yes! W-w-w-w-well I thought s-so to b-b-but p-p-people come...Uh...Sir..." He fidgeted with his hands, trying to keep them still, to keep them from twitching and wanting to jerk all over. His eyes widened a bit when he mentioned his dragon, causing the man to reach a hand to run over his head, "y-y-yes...P-p-p-p-...Pip is my f-friend..." He swallowed hard.

The words...Or threat...It sounded like a thread...Made his face go pale and he swallowed, "w-w-what d-d-do you m-m-mmmean by th-that?" He looked over at the dragon, who curled tighter around his neck, looking a bit defensive of his owner who he could tell was clearly terrified.

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[Viggo Grimborn]

VIGGO GRIMBORN "Check mate." Viggo raised a brow and watched as the man pet the dragon. Pip... sounds like the name of a small yappy dog, perfect for a dragon of such nature. "The names Viggo. Dragon hunter." He introduced himself and walked past the man, not minding his stutter or odd twitching he appeared to be holding back. Outcast island was full of oddities, as a hunter you tend not to care about the little things. He himself was odd, walking around without an eye.  "Don't worry I already said he was too small to fetch a price. He could hardly feed a stray dog with his scrawny he is anyway... you should look into selling things from dragon skin. It's an easy material to work with, from experience... or is that not your taste?" He turned to face the man again, expression more serious now.

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[Simon]

Viggo. That was the name as he'd thought...He tried not to let his anxiety and fear show, but that was fairly impossible as he turned swiftly to follow the man, not wanting to have his back turned to him, "V-v-v-v-viggo...I'm S-ss-simon..." He would say pleasure to meet you, but it wasn't, it wasn't a pleasure to meet him, it was terrifying and he was scared, what did he want here? What could he possibly stand to gain terrorizing a tailor? There was a motive to his being here but Simon couldn't even begin to place it...Did he just want to stir up trouble? He swallowed, and glanced sidelong at his dragon when he felt his scaly cheek rub against his own.

He felt a shiver run up his back at his words, so carefully places and carefully meaningful, he swallowed a lump of fear and met his eyes as levelly as his own darting gaze would manage, "d-d-d-dragon hide is...I-it's d-d-d-difficult to w-w-work with. It t-t-t-takes special to-o-ols a-and thread." It wasn't a lie, of course he had the tools to do it, but he still didn't want to do it, "c-c-c-can I h-help you with s-s-s-something?" He decided to just ask, to just ask why Viggo was here, he wasn't sure if he particularly wanted to know...But he needed to...He wished Serana was here.

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[Viggo Grimborn]

VIGGO GRIMBORN "Check mate." Viggo raised a brow and his brows furrowed in thought, and he shrugged, "You befriend one Bloodlust and they all come running, don't they?" He started and trailed his fingers over the silk of a woman's dress, humming thoughtfully before he continued. "Perhaps you sucked up to the family head? Got someone at the top to like you? Was business that bad without the endorsement you wear on your door?" He asked and tapped his finger on the doorway, suddenly leaning in close, grabbing Simon's collar with one hand, "If it wasn't for the mark on the door then I'd kill you where you stand. Dragons only belong on this island to entertain us with fights or be worn," He dropped the boy back and crossed his arms back behind his back, "Consider yourself lucky this time."

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[Simon]

His face screwed up in mild confusion when the man spoke, was he talking about Serana? He thought he remembered her mentioning the Bloodlusts at one point, but he hadn't really thought much of it, his business had been doing much better now that all of these fancy people were coming in, but he'd never really cared enough to question it. He turned his confusion on Viggo when he continued to speak, of things he really knew nothing about, "w-w-w-...Agh...What are you t-t-t-talking about?" Endorsement on his door? Did he mean those marks that were there now? He'd never really though much of what they meant, what they stood for.

When his collar was grabbed and he was pulled close, he felt his breath hitch, eyes widening to huge, panicked pinpricks as they darted everywhere but Viggo's face, the dragon on his shoulder gave a soft warning hiss and Simon silently prayed he wouldn't try to bite the man. He couldn't help the small, pitiful whimper at his threat, not entirely convinced that he wouldn't strike him down anyway, and when he was let go, he stumbled back a little bit, cowering down and looking terrified. He didn't entirely understand what he was talking about, but he knew that he was scared, "y-y-y-y-yes sir..." The dragon curled back tightly around his neck in a vain attempt to calm him down.

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[Viggo Grimborn]

VIGGO GRIMBORN "Check mate." "Glad we have an understanding." Viggo cooed the words and gave a glance to the dragon. Such a pitiful, wretched little thing. He turned his back and gave a wave of his hand, "Lovely chat, can't wait for next time... Simon." He left, his men chuckling from where they had been listening by the door, following behind Viggo.

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