Ikaris takes the gil from Drag and puts it away. He heads into the back to the shoppe and returns very shortly with a hellhound pup. Setting it on the floor next to Drag, he waits to see if the pup will take to him. After a couple minutes of the pup sniffing at Drag's leg, he is happily tugging on Drag's pant leg and making puppy grunting sounds as he tries to tear the pant leg. He turns to his next customer as Drag and his pup fade from the shoppe.
Ikaris raises an eyebrow at Dev's request. Dragons are always identified by their color. Though his familiar was a very odd greenish color.
"Devon, you reall shouldn't allow your dragon to wallow in the dirt and mud so much, its really not healthy. Besides this gunk hides the identifying colors."
Waving a hand in a casual gesture causes Crisp to be imprisioned in bands of shadows and moved to the grooming area. Washing the creature several times reveals that it is already a silver dragon. The beast spits sparks of fire at Ikaris who has finished the cleanup. A low growl from Embyr puts the end to that particular conversation. No sooner is Crisp clean than it is flying out the back door to wallow in the dirt, hating to be clean. Ikaris shakes his head at Devon.
"Its not a dragon, its a pig, rooting around and wallowing in the dirt."
He reaches up on a shelf and pulls down a jar that he hands to Devon. Put this on his wings once a day. It will help keep the dirt and grime from injuring his wings."
Letting Devon go to fetch his newly dirty dragon, Ikaris approaches Zhane.
"Of course, what is it exactly that you are looking for?"