streets further away, wanting to see if the whole town had changed or if it was just the rich who had created some new trend and were trying to impress each other. He didn't quite know where he was going, he just let his feet carry him by themselves. He walked quietly somewhere in an undefined direction, immersed in his own memories of youthful trips to the dragon capital and the excitement that accompanied them. He smiled involuntarily as he recalled how he felt when he first arrived here. Slowly he delved into the other districts of Dagos discovering that nothing had really changed. The further he moved away from the Tract the more he liked what he saw. The crowds may not have been there, but it still felt like the way it used to be. He passed small stalls and shops offering fresh products, cosy restaurants tickling his nose with pleasant smells. Several children ran past him, shouting and laughing, and when they passed him they jumped in front of him, turning into dragons and flying over the buildings to escape from one of the younger boys, who, with a smile, tried to chase them and catch someone. The sun shimmered on their multi-coloured skin as they dashed up the street.
Bleist laughed and suddenly decided that he would stay there for a while. He took a quick look around and headed for one of the small restaurants that had attracted him with its colourful signboard. He was hungry, and it was from there that the pleasant smell of roast meat and spices came to him. He sat down comfortably at a table looking at the life going on in front of him. He felt like the old days again.
-What would you, honourable gentleman, wish for?- asked the grim waiter, a powerfully built dragon, looking at his guest distrustfully. Bleist only now remembered that he had put on a pale blue robe and leather armour with gold decorations and an Atlantean star on his chest.
-Dagyan roast and beer, please,- the mage threw in with
