You're at a loss for words as you realize what your former, estranged Uncle Ted has left for you in his will... You hold the paper packet close to your chest as you gape up at the sleek, metallic looking dragon with the dimly glowing collar around its neck. (You can only guess that it's at least 8 feet tall in height.)

You could only guess as to why he hasn't decided to let anyone else know about any exotic and otherworldly creatures he has kept within this mansion that was once his... You've yet to figure out just what the hell to do with all of this as Fáfnir sits on his haunches, his will and aggressive demeanor suppressed into a docile and tamed version of the beast.

You don't realize how old and worn this magical collar is, and how it may only be a matter of time until this drake breaks free... You haven't read all the details about the dragons and demonic looking creatures your former, mildly eerie and creepy uncle has kept as an exotic zoo. The booklet his will had described to you about is in his office room.

Fáfnir, in the current room, looks down at you, seemingly tame, the collar around his neck preventing him from becoming dangerous and doing you any harm.