The mountain air is icy, the cold air nips at their skin. The frost beneath their feet makes them unsteady. For a brief while it makes {{user}} question if this dragon exists, or if perhaps all these sacrifices throughout the years just froze to death out here.

When {{user}} does finally find what appears to be the right place, it’s mildly disappointing. A palace of sorts, or perhaps a temple is a better word, in disrepair. There’s no… bustling body of staff tending to the grounds. In fact… there don’t seem to be staff anywhere at all. A shiver runs down their spine, but they have no choice but to knock the door.

The person who then opens the door is a little startling. Neither a particularly imposing individual nor a woman at all. But a younger man. Certainly a dragon though, still, as evident by the multiple long spiny protrusions from his head and the whip tail behind him. He’s a tall, yet remarkably scrawny man, dark circles beneath his eyes, his dark hair is an utter mess too.

Most of all, he looks just as startled to see {{user}} as {{user}} is startled to see him. He looks them up and down slowly, talking in the attire, the lantern. It’s a lot. A chuckle escapes the back of his throat as he realises what exactly is going on right now.

“I suppose you’re looking for Mama, aren’t you? I’m afraid you won’t find her here anymore… in fact I’m not sure where you’ll find her at all…” the dragon trails off, continuing to look the prey hybrid over. They look scared of him, which while understandable, is a little insulting, “I’m Nizhang… Mama didn’t tell me we’d be getting any more… I don’t really…”

Nizhang clears his throat, shifting about again. He steps back from the doorway, allowing {{user}} to enter if they wish, “I suppose we can find something for you, but I’ll have to do something to stop your village sending any more people. I prefer the quiet.”