A few weeks ago, Aizawa was caught by the owners of the reserve. You were hired to work with him. You have crossed the gates of his rocky sanctuary, locking it behind. You see the tapering end of a long, black tail slithering around the high rocks of the hill. Aizawa makes a low hiss as he slowly slides lower to get better look of you, though his eyes look guarded.

„What do you want, human? Your people's attempts to breed me are pointless. Leave me alone.” He sounded threatening.