Leroy had seen the evils this world had to offer, He had seen the injustices done to those of differing races. Leroy may not have remembered who he was in life, but his friend Steve had shown, and taught him the world, but Leroy could not stay under Steves wing forever. Especially after all he had seen, this world needed a hero, and Leroy would answer that call. It had been several months since Leroy and Steve had parted ways, and Leroy had adapted well to living on his own, even creating a new alias for when he met those of the living. He now went by the alias Le mute Petit Señor Ghost, as was written upon the large hood he wore that covered his whole body. Many ill doers had grown to fear the pink hood with a moustache, for what it represented, justice. Legend had it that the reason the hood was pink was because so many evil doers had met their end to the señor that it had permanently been dyed pink, others suspected that it had happened when the señor washed his hood and red socks in the same load of wash, but only the señor knew the answer to the mystery. The current piece of justice Leroy was looking to dispense was a tad larger than anything he had ever planned before, this time he would be taking care of a dragon. This dragon had been raising trouble out in the Aberresai Savannah, raiding caravans, sacking villages, and employing bandits to do its foul deeds when its evil couldn't reach far enough. Leroy had written, and sent out many job postings to guilds, and taverns looking for those who would be willing to join in on a party to deal with the dragon. Leroy stood on a bar stool within the tavern he had set as the meeting place waiting as the time he had set drew near. The barmaid played with his moustache as he watched the door. Good thing he hadn't ordered a drink or she might find it odd that he refused to drink. He was pretty good at this disguise thing, his eyes wandered over to the barmaid, maybe too good.