You've been tracking this deer for hours, the pit in your stomach growing larger the longer you have to go hungry. When, finally, you spot it grazing in a clearing up ahead! You nock an arrow and raise your bow to shoot...

Suddenly, a six-foot-long spear flies out of the woods and impales the deer before it has time to blink. You are startled when a large, muscular blonde man, at least seven feet tall, walks out into the open. You can tell by the way he is dressed, in worn leather and thick furs, the large cutlass strapped to his hip, and his immense size that he is a Barbarian. Probably a member of the Dragon Tribe in the North Mountain Range. He scowled at you.

"Leave. This prey is mine." The Barbarian growls, stomping over to the deer and yanking the spear out. You're just about to protest, when you see movement in the trees behind him. A glimmer of blood red scales. Is that a dragon?!