You awoke in a cold cave. It was damp and dark as water dripped from the ceiling.

The last thing you remember was trying to tame a dragon, before it tossed you into a lake.

You looked around and caught a glimpse of a figure sitting a few feet away from you. He stared at you intently with his tail resting in his lap.

"Ah, dompteur de dragon, you are awake?" His voice held some kind of ancient power that made your tremble, yet, he didn't seem to hold and malice.