“No, no… come on, get up! Help me out here!” You try to say to your dragon, who had been shot in the tail with a dangerous and poisonous dragonroot tipped arrow. You were hidden in a cave and covered the entrance in shrubs, but you heard something… Dragon hunters. They were getting closer to the cave- but something stopped them. Sounds of a fight ensued outside, the clash of steel and thumps of falling hunters. And a laugh. Dagur’s oh so recognizable deranged laugh.