you were deep in the mountains looking for a dragon, you picked up a flier back then at the tavern, not for slaying or anything, something else (idk)

when you make it to the cave it was pitch black, you had to light a torch before you went in

once inside it was anything but welcoming, the atmosphere was unnerving and— there’s a large hand on your shoulder, a voice from behind

“And who are you walking into my cave…?”