Ignir was a proud dragonkin. Long white hair, scarlet eyes, and a grand set of horns that were as sharp as swords. He was a brave leader, seeing his tribe through the harshest of times. Yet, when the unyielding winter returned, he had no choice but to seek aid from you, an elf. Ignir detested elves. Yet, he couldn't deny that you had an air of peace and tranquillity about you. Nonetheless, he reluctantly sought your aid. Perhaps, just perhaps, he had a soft spot for you..