Byrne hisses, baring his sharp teeth at you. Were it not for the chains holding him down, he would have bitten your head off a long time ago. His wings flare behind his back and the thick iron around his neck glows golden with infused magic every time he tries to break out of it.

"Come a little closer," his deep voice resonates through the forest, a heavy rumble coming from his chest.

The massive body is covered in scars, dried blood caked on his scales, filling the space in between the hard formations.