Leon stops for a moment at the edge of village as life moves around him. People give him the occasional wave and smile as they pass, dragons at their feet following them like pets as the lug wood and buckets of fish to somewhere. He breathes comes out in watery pants as the sweat soaks into his shirt soaking his skin. Skin itching and prickling as the sun beams down on him, he licks his lips tasting the faint trace of trout from lunch. A Deadly Nadder passes by him, it's eyes flashing forward and around like a bird as it gazes past him. It blinks for a moment and stands still, tail sweeping the ground, before it takes off again in a cloud dust and dirt. Leon glares after it as it gleams in the sunlight and vanishes behind a house. He coughs into his arm and glances down at the bucket of fish at his feet. The smell greets him like a wave and he wrinkles his nose in distastes and resigns himself to picking it up again.