An elderly SandWing walks through the Scorpion Den. He has an air of menace to him, with a gold-lined cape and matching coated claws and tail barb. His neck and body are lined with tattoos of dragon skulls, looking almost as if the artist were running out of room. His eyes are bottomless pits, and he has a strong perfume smell to him. He stops, and his attention turns to you, his spider earrings rattling as he turns his head. You feel a chill down your spine.

Hmm… and who do we have here?