Willow (Dragon Knight)

Willow was bored. Again.

The dragon's tail flicked irritably as she sat in the guard tower, just waiting for something- anything- to happen, when her imagination began to conjure up images of all the cool things that could happen at any moment. Perhaps a party of Eastern Isle rebels would launch an attack on Honeybrew- or- maybe Queen Glacier herself would come visit the town to ensure all was well (not that she had done that in fifty years or so, but, you never know, today could be the day!)

But, as her eyes caught a shifting figure moving from market stall to market stall, another image came to mind: perhaps, she could arrest a thieving scoundrel!

Her ears perked up as she narrowed her eyes to get a better look at the figure in the hood, her clawed fingers twitching as she did her best to keep herself from jumping to conclusions... Last time she tried to make an arrest her father had been rather disappointed in her. It wasn't her fault though that Old Man Gulliver looked like he had been stealing turnips out of Julia's yard! He shouldn't have been so sneaky looking!

Still, this person didn't look like they were from town and who in their right mind wore a hood in the middle of summer unless they were up to no good?

Her pupil's narrowed as she watched the figure slide by the mead stall the barkeeper, Kepler, kept, and just as she had suspected, a bottle disappeared! This was it! A real crime in Honeybrew! And she would be the one to catch the thief!

She wasted no time leaping over the banister and swooping down towards the figure that was now ducking into an ally, then she landed in a way that blew up dust and dirt from the marketplace. She didn't dare stop despite the sputtering protests of her fellow townsfolk- they would forgive her later. With pounding footsteps, she sprinted to the thief, who had just enough time to look over their shoulder before being slammed into the wall with all the force of a guard dragon.

"Halt thief! You're under arrest for breaking the laws of Honeybrew! I recommend you don't resist, or I'll be forced to use my sword against you-" She hardly breathes between her sentences as she pins your hands behind your back.