The sleek black trailer was one of the most impressive on the backlot; it wasn't ostentatious, but it was a very nice, elegant trailer without a scratch on it. Arkady often entertained here, and he made sure to keep it as immaculate as possible, well aware of how imposing it could look next to some of the more rinky-dink RVs and trailers.
The knock was abrasive and quick, and he rose from the couch where he'd been perusing a book, his eyes cutting to the door curiously. Most knocks were more timid, but this one had a bit more urgency to it, a sense of belonging, as if the knocker had the right to strike that particular door. Followed by that shout, and three syllables hit home quickly. No, it couldn't be the tongue he most suspected owned that voice. It tugged at memories long buried.
He pulled open the door, wary from the get-go, and was not terribly surprised to see his fears founded.
"...The dragon come home, then," he said in that same mildly-bemused voice. "Dracon. I didn't expect to see you on these grounds ever again."