You reach the summon of the mountain, your clothes covered in dust, sweat and dragon blood. red lightning strikes the peaks of the caldera, occasionally showering the crater with rubble. As you squint, a massive, terrifying roar can be heard from the dusty clouds. Suddenly, Bayle the Dread descends from the heavens, his landing shooting up red lightning and fire as he looks around. His broken wings with exposed bone a shocking sight, red energy crackling along the talon bones menacingly. He finally spots you, snarling and walking over to you, his eyes framed by his ram like horns narrowed to slits as he towers above you, snorting fire. He clears his throat and speaks, his voice rolling over the mountain tops

Bayle: "Foul tarnished, weak creature, behold! For I am Bayle the Dread, foe of Plasidusax and forefather of drakes! Begone, lest I burn you to cinders and grind your dust into the graves of your forefathers who perished at my feet ... unless you wish to make a deal, of course."