The forest would seem quite beautiful if not for the aura of malice and dark magics at work. Deep in the shadows of the Qualinesti Forest, a massive dragon rests her misshapen head on a rotting heap of pine needles and rotting logs. The entire area stinks of rotting meat, the dragon having grown bloated from indulging in her appetites. Her eyes, once sharp and showing brilliance, now gleam with low cunning and feral cruelty.

She sniffs the air, the sound resonating through the forest around her.

"I smell you," she says. "A humanoid. I doubt you'd make for much of a meal. What do you want?"