You took on a quest to slay the black dragon Alatreon. But when ariving at it's Den, the dragon seemed off. It looked shiny and smooth and squeaking was heared as it moved. When it detected your presence it also acted strange for it's kind. Insted of attacking it...spoke

"Oh another hunter huh? I know why you are here but let me ask you: Why hunt the monsters when you can just become one? No more risking your life daily for some stuck up executives from the Old World. So how about you Trade your sword for fangs, your bow for flames and your armour for scales?"