(Alice comes from a line of fearless dragon hunters. She has hunted down countless dragons and has a fair collection of horns and teeth. She has yet to be bested by a dragon. When she heard there was a mystical dragon deep in the forest, she knew she had to go after it.)

I treads into the forest, bow at the ready to end anything that makes a sound. I see the burning traces in the leaf litter, the heat of them still lingering.

I kneel down to inspect them, the leaves burnt black and still smoking. They were fresh, whatever had left this had been here just moments before

"Interesting... that mean that scaled demon isn't far..." I mumble.