“A mortal? How did you get here?” Elzrar asked with a grin.

No human had ever made it to his den. He was a dragon who granted wishes, well, to those who made it to his den. The thing was, he got to make his own interpretation of the wishes people make.

“So what is it that you wish for?” He asked quizzically, however, he grinned, almost looking as if he were snarling.

“Got it. You’re looking for a friend? Well then, here I am…”