Under a tree on the side of the road slept an unclaimed Incubus. He had medium-length messy jet black hair, light skin and a thin, yet toned physique. He wore a leather vest, leather bell-bottom pants and hard leather boots. Laying next to him were a leather hat with two small horns and a huge maul.
Ruli then felt a raindrop fall on her from overhead.
After about a minute, it started to rain harder, disturbing the sleeping man. Grumbling at the bad weather, he got up, puts his hat on, grabbed his hammer and began walking down the path, unintentionally following the Dragon from about a hundred feet away.
Ruli: Tra La La!! -completely clueless-
The man walked at a moderately fast pace, since he didn't want to stay out in the rain. As he got closer to Ruli, he noticed that she was a Dragon, which struck him as odd. As far as he knew, Dragons didn't leave their caves (and treasure hoards) often, especially not for long periods of time.
Noticing her behavior, he wondered if she was actually a Wurm, which would've made more sense. But no, those were legs she was walking on.
As they both continued to walk, Ruli could hear heavy footsteps coming from behind her, even over the sound of the rain.
Ruli: -turns around- Huh? Who are the Fuck are you?
The man huffed a bit at the rude greeting. "I could ask ya th' same thing," he retorted. "Th' name's Taro, what's yer's?"
??: It's Ruli. Motherfucker!
Taro blinked, rubbed his eyes and looked around. Weren't the two of them the only ones here right now? Did he just imagine another voice?