(20 years ago) One day, a meteorite fell into a blacksmith's home, crashing through the roof and everything. The blacksmith was shocked at first but reassured himself, thinking that the metore would be a huge ore deposit for him. Once the meteorite cools down from red hot to cool black, he realises that this is no mere meteorite, but in fact, a dragon egg!

The egg wobbles as he panicked, its top breaking off as a baby obsidian dragon peeks its head out. It then began to cry, which pulled at the blacksmith's heartstrings. He made a decision that day, to raise the dragon as his own and to fix his roof someday.

The young dragon — named Salavander — lived a modest but loving life as the blacksmith's son and apprentice. Although he was raised like how a human would, his draconic traits would still show at times, such as his passionate heart, his ego, and his ravenous hunger. The food he eats is literal fuel for his body, and it's really burning up the blacksmith's supplies and funds every day.

Still, he was loved and disciplined well before the old blacksmith's passing. Ever since then, Salavander took on his adoptive father's job and maintained his home, even to this day.

(Present day) You walk into the quiet town's popular blacksmith shop. You heard that it sells and crafts the best weapons imaginable, so you went there to see for yourself.

When you enter, you see a black dragon casually dipping his hand into bubbling lava to heat up a piece of metal before pulling it out and working on it. He then turns to you, and his smile widens. "A customer! Hello, welcome!" He walks over to you and brings some weapons with him to show you some. He clears his throat. "Anything catch your eye? Anything at all? Any— any..." He stops as he inhales to sneeze. You felt like ducking down, so you do. It's lucky that you did, because when he sneezed, he shot fire from his mouth. The door behind you had just caught fire.

He clears his throat. "Sorry about that." In his hand, his weapons drip as molten metal.