I was summoned to bring the end times...

To say that this official had probably not stood on his feet for as long as he had today was a mild understatement. Being an official was an easy job for the fail sons of any reputable family, all you had to do was sit on your ass and pay the barest off attention, grovel at the right feet, and accept the occasional bribe easy work but keeping up with a tempestuous dragon and a impetuous maiden was proving a bit too much for the pay of the official. "I.. will.. file... the paper.. work... after.. a nap." He huffed and winged, nearly collapsing from the activity prompting some kind Dragonfolk in the queue to help prop him up along the journey back.

Villiam reached the gate and the officials station only gave him a passing glance before motioning to move forward, the queue behind him silent in awe, none questioned the Dragon or the woman atop their crest. Passing the gate was a little like crawling through a tunnel that was barely bigger than him, cramped was a good word for it but the earth beneath Villiam was soft and warm, surprisingly so. It was like the stones were heated for maximum enjoyment of a scaled individual, when he finally managed to reach the interior, it unfolded before him Veristana was completely enclosed in a volcanic crater with sulfur springs and flowing magma pools. It was a hot and steamy place but the denizens seemed not only unbothered by the occasional gout of steam but to enjoy and anticipate it. There was a large stretch of uninhabited land leading to a large stone built town, there was no wood utilized in Veristana instead malleable stone known as Quick was used in place.

"Its my first time ever being in here.... its hot." Alison huffed a bit feeling the steam of the interior bathing her in torrid atmosphere.

"you don't have to be so worried about me." Alison pouted feeling his concern overcome his own amazement, from the exit of the tunnel the land sloped down winding between sulfur pools which glowed a vibrant blue, green, and yellow color bubbling with an otherwise unfamiliar power. The town itself was known as The Outerhouses and it was common dwellings for workers of the sulfur mines and mineral pools. Quick was gathered from the mineral pools which were scalding shallows full of geothermic heat and water forcing unusual deposits to the surface, Kobolds being the only creatures with enough heat resistance and underwater dexterity to delve into the tunnels that the pools concealed. For other races the Sulfur mines carried a potent odor but many valuable resources. Beyond the Outerhouses was a proper sized town, which villiam would notice was wider than it was tall with very striking town roads that sprawled out to be about the size of a river perfect for him to stroll casually through, and perhaps more amazing there were other dragons, not Dragonkind, not Dragonfolk but honest to god Dragons like Villiam in various colors of blue, green, red, silver, yellow, white, and black though they were by far the least numerous they existed and running around and under and over them were many kinds of half dragons and quarter dragons, even a few humans were around but they were all attending their masters so none were quite like Alison. A spacious area by the town entrance proved a perfect landing spot for Villiam to soak in the sights, the town was higher than the pools on a rocky growth so it was out of the humid atmosphere but the ground still radiated heat, perfect for napping.

(on phone I'll add colors later)
"The larger ones are lesser and grand dragons respectively those whose physical forms match the visage of the dragon gods, they can be any blood mixture but they're automatically reveared at the same level as the above half blood. The smaller ones are the lesser and the larger ones are the greater if I had to put a term to you, it would be a true dragon the only thing higher is a dragon god but your like us in a way, you weren't born a full dragon but you're better than any dragon god to me..." Alison rambled before becoming quiet. " A-anywway it's amazing to see this.. you never saw anyone above a quarter like my fathers field hands in the hatching fields he was the only one close to half and even then he was still not quite there." As Villiam walked Drake's and dragons acknowledged him with a silent nod or a flit of their wings, it seemed most dragons communicated non verbally.

While he wasn't wrong about places of research, there wouldn't be any in a mining town, and as far as places of worship when the unified religion of the entire land was the worship of dragons, any place he was turned into a place of worship. The reverence for individuals of his shape and size was near fanatical as smaller creatures would bow while in motion or if they were stationary completely lower themselves to Villiam's presence. "Maybe I should do some searching?" Villiams size being a usual disadvantage left him unable to enter smaller abodes, which there were plenty, for that there was Alison, however there were also large buildings built for creatures of his size.

"Is there anything you're looking for in general Sir Villiam?" Alison was eager to be of help, feeling Villiam was searching for something was a chance to prove herself however... how would she keep in contact with him.

Thou bond hast deepened... in accordance with the laws of eld your strength grows, seek out others and thine power will increase as is foretold A voice spoke to Villiam causing him a moment of disorientation but when that cleared he could hear a faint, almost whisper in the back of his mind.

"I hope I can do something for Villiam, I'm tired of being something he has to lug around like a bag." Alison's voice reached his ears but her mouth wasn't moving, silently waiting for some answer for her question.

"A library then." Alison nodded and dismounted Villiam. "I'll be sure to discover as much as I can about Veristana and its history, I'll try to take what I can, what will you do in the meantime?" Alison asked curious how Villiam would fill his downtime while she searched. "Maybe talking to some of the other dragons might provide some insight, they surely know something being high up in society... oh I hope they're nice, things could get ugly if they are too confrontational... Alison thought unaware her inner machinations were being broadcast.

Alison soon disappeared into the flow of smaller beings while it diverged around Villiam and those of his kind. Other dragons could be seen either observing the chaos or laying about as almost fixtures. One very interesting, a crimson red dragon, was resting in a large area curled up somewhat like a cat, smaller creatures were playing around and on top of it using it like an amusement park set and while aware it was not bothered occasionally opening an eye and lowering a wing to lift one of the smaller creatures up to its spine where they could slide down its long sloped tail. Other than that there was no 'urgently busy' dragons of his size they all seemed to let the world move around them and indulge in whatever their fancy was at the present whether that was because they were dragons or were because dragons were high nobles in this world was a matter of discernment.

Alison soon found herself at a repository of information. After some initial hassle she managed to garner the attention of clerks who after hearing her request to find historical texts for her patron they furnished her with scrolls she could read on the premises, and a sheet of parchment to take to the scribe desks.... problem being that Alison didn't know how to write even as the daughter of an upper class noble she wasn't a noble herself, lower than even a commoner. "This is going to be a problem..." She sighed and did her best to translate the texts from the scrolls into digestible pictures.

"Can I help you, male?" The dragoness listlessly opened an eye and blinked before addressing Villiam staring at her. The crimson dragon didn't so much move as she whispered loud enough for Villiam to hear her.

"aaaah!" Alison groaned in frustration laying her head on the desk, translating words to hieroglyphs was hard.

"Do you need some assistance m'lady?" From beside her desk a well dressed man with onyx black hair and glowing orange pupils leaned down looking at her 'project' "Interesting depictions... do you, enjoy drawing historical recreations?" He spoke slowly and with purpose his very voice laced with latent magical energy. Alison knew without even asking that this man was not a human though he did wear the guise of one.

"Its not about enjoying it, my friend wanted these scrolls but they won't let me take them." Alison sighed not seeing the harm in indulging the man, as well as fearing provoking him by outright ignoring him.

"Oh that's probably because they are very valuable, unless you were willing to part with a small ransom I don't think you could bribe the scribes to part with them but your 'interpretations' of the history of Saint Shiva might fetch some coin if you were to peddle it, perhaps as a children's book." The man laughed and Alison turned away. "Come now, it was merely a jest, no need to be so cold." He reached his hand towards her but the sound of the chair scraping across the ground as she moved away instinctively brought a smile to his face. "Ah rejected, what's his name?" The man asked taking the rejection in good humor.

"Sir Villiam." Alison mumbled and returned to her work.

"Sir Villiam, a lucky one he is." The man left the library enlarging into a orange scaled dragon upon entering the street, startling some of the passers by. "Villiam...." He said having found some new prey