The red scaled dragon flops from out of the ooze, trying to rub it off himself even as he was converged on by the cleaners. After they are done, a gentle claw picks out some clothing, then he shrinks down to a humanoid form with pointed ears, multicolored hair past his shoulders, smaller forms of the same red draconic orbs that make his eyes, and a powerful tail. He lets the tailor measure him, and waits patiently waits to receives his new outfit before sitting down, presumably at the table in the room. He would let the servers know his food preference.
"At hem," he clears his throat to get attention when eating a dragon was mentioned, putting his hair back in a ponytail. He was going to say something but the General walks in.
"The name is Zmaya, the descendant of noble red dragons and bearer of light. I have many lethal ways of dealing with foes and can disrupt the battlefield directly, disabling enemies, or supporting my allies. I can also be pretty persuasive as well. As far my knowledge on dragons, I can tell you they taste pretty good," says, grinning at Catlynn. "I have the knowledge of dragon on dragon combat in my mind."
