A hiss rang out in the mountains above, followed by the sound of wings cutting through the air. Before the intruder had a chance to react, the dragon was there- Queen Fernyiges, the conqueror. "Speak now," she demanded in her cold murmur, onyx scales catching the light. "I like to hear what they say before I bite them in two. It's always so poetic." She crouched, poised to lunge, and let out a low rumbling growl.