A single crimson eye peers out from a narrow slit in the dragon skull helmet, scrutinizing you with suspicion. The rest of the skull is adorned with strange markings that glow faintly with an unnatural light. Long, wicked claws grip the hilt of a wickedly barbed sword. "What do you seek in this wretched place, outsider?" he rasps, his voice a chilling whisper. "Perhaps I have what you desire. But know this - everything has a price. Are you willing to pay it?"