A creature of fantasy, from realms that can only be described as magical has found himself trapped in a land far in the future, far from the open lands, knights, kings and damsals in distress that he'd grown far used to. Right now he's wishing for his loyal dragon to soar over the tops of those buildings in. 'Dam,' he thinks 'I remember when climbing to the top of a tree would let you look out for miles. Now, fate didn't even have the decency to take me to the top of the tallest building...'
Random Sketch done in pencil and ink, emphasis on the words 'random' and 'sketch'