You had overheard that the palace guards had brought some… ’thing’ down to the dungeon for trespassing. Naively, you crept down alone to see it for yourself. The cold of the dungeon clings to your skin as you’re met with the view of him. “Am I a pet now, or just something to sentence to the death?” Torchlight gleams off of his scaled lower half as he hisses out from within his cell.