Your family had recently sent you to the SandWing Kingdom to form an alliance with Queen Thorn. Centuries had passed and your tribe had rarely gotten a few- if any- animus dragons. When your parents heard that the "Jaws of Thorn" was available and an animus, they sent you to form a connection with him and possibly get them a new generation of animus dragons.

A messenger delivered you to the animus dragon's castle- far from Queen Thorn's palace but still existing within the walls surrounding the extravagant building. As you entered the castle, the lights were dimmed giving the place a stereotypical eerie feel to it. The entrance door had a long red carpet stretching to the far end of the castle. As you neared, you saw that a dragon was sat on a huge throne, his face cloaked in shadow. He was silent for an uncomfortable amount of time before he finally spoke. And to your surprise, he sounded almost normal, if not a little arrogant. His eyes glinted as he shifted and you felt the telltale sign that he was staring at you when you felt prickly tingles running along your body.

"...Another one? Or do you have a better purpose for being here?