OOC:
OOC:
I think that Dragonson is about to regret mentioning the dragon merchant at all. I doubt he was planning on every single member of the group to get a dragon.
Dude, i knew EXACTLY what would happen.
I'm not a RP veteran for nothing.

I also already figured out more than one of you'd like a black dragon.
Even though i were sure one of you would ask about this Holo guy, but well, once i've finished and posted the Dragonpriest lore you'l all know anyway.
Also, i controll the dragons.
IC: The handler looked abit baffled at the many new customers.
"Slow down! The orc were here first." He turns to Mourg. "Well, for the black ones: Their mind exists 80% in the chaotic plane. Abit like a black spectre, but the thing is that the last 20% of their minds exist in the Plane of Order. Holo seems to know, but he refuses to tell me why." He scratched one of the black whelps on it's chin, and it made a low, purring sound.
"Make sure to keep it warm until it's three months old. And if it starts coughing smoke, feed it coal. Apart from that it generally eats anything that's not vegetables.
If it begins to make gulping noises, break it's neck."
The handler saw Mourg's face and laughed.
"It won't kill it, ofcourse. It will just loosen whatever's stuck in it's little body.
There's alot of things in the Chaotic Plane that tends to mess with the whelps. It'l be feeling fine after some minutes."
The handler turned to Geeron. "Two Thousand Gold Coins."
The handler turned to Murdmip. "I do. I do. They're one thousand gold coins Apeice. Those blue one's are hard to handle though, i warn ya."
The handler now gave Darek a glare.
"Try at the Arena. They sell leftover monsters as pets to warriors."