Dragon Tamer

Jacen grinned a bit.

"Well you two can figure out how to do this. That's why I came here. And another thing." He pulled out a black crystal and let it fly into the air, energy flowing within its cracks.

"I'll be using that to monitor you."
 
"If you got five eggs, arent'cha gonna need more people?" Asked the Lynada man. "Well whatever. Time to find someone to teach my how to care for an egg! Name's Bivorogo."

"What a manly name." The lady mumbled.
 
"If you can't handle it," Jacen said, "I'll ask more people. Until then, I trust you both. Name's Jacen." He then put a hand out for a shake.

"Jacen, Kaiser, Petronov-Drake, of the Drake and Blackford clans, titled the Black Kaiser, leader of the Death Lords."
 
"Never heard of you." The black-scaled man said with a smile as he shook his hand, "Yer name's funny too. See ya round, Jesenu."

"Yes, um, what he said," The lady agreed sheepishly. They both left.

Another eventually came in, a feathery Ampitera man with striking purple plumage. "Excuse me, is this the house of Karura Telaki? I've come to deliver some mail." Poor guy must have been given the wrong address...
 
"Pardon my intrusion! ...How the hell do you spell that? Jasenu... Kyseru?" The little mail carrier left and mulled to himself about how that would be spelled. And what the guy was, that too. But he likely would not be seen again.
 
Jacen sighed watching him leave.

"You would figure that a man wanted by no less then three multiversal organizations could get his name properly pronounced." He complained. He was about to burst out into song when two Wyrana, a man and a woman, walked in.

"Hm... Interesting." He said. They both nodded. "An infertile mother..."
 
(Juicy. :D And yeah, Nafine's linguistic system makes his name impossible for them to properly spell. Even the gods of this 'verse aren't immune to having their names butchered! XD)

Meanwhile, the other two losers care for the eggs while one more is on the way.
 
(And then there was one left... I think)

Finally, one last character came to call. "Excuse me!" they called. They were a sandy-brown Lynada man who mostly slithered about in the place, "I heard something about a job raising some eggs?"
 
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