an Odysseys' originAn Odyssey' origin Our story Begins in a secluded valley nestled in the rocky precipices of the Ruskol district. Tango was following a rather unkempt trail, unwinding after a long days schooling. The lesson's did not bother him, it was his peers that bothered him. The growing consumerist couture, which he refused to join, drove a wide wedge among him and his closest friends. This left Tango with little to do but to explore for hours alone, well alone as he can ever be. Tango stopped in a clearing to rest and take in the view. He looked down in surprise as he felt something move under his shirt. His face changed to a smile as a small draconic figure poked its head over the shirts collar. "I almost forgot you were there." said Tango in his sarcastic tone. The only response was a faint grumble followed by a long yawn. The miniature wyvern began to climb its way up to Tangos shoulder. "Know hang on, I thought familiars did not sleep" questioned Tango.