RRROOOOOOOOOOAAARR!
The dragon's defiant roar cut across the air, making it tremble from its overwhelming presence. Unfortunately, despite the horrifying aura of death that it radiated and the constant warning roars that it was giving out to try to deter people from attacking it, the players heard that roar only as a signal to track it down.
While beasts and normal people alike ran from the Dragon for their lives, Graceless ran head first towards the source of the roar with fervent smiles on their faces, and Belladonna's group was no different.
Beyond the inviting roars practically calling them to its location, the dragon had so kindly left them a trail of destruction to follow like a path that led directly to the loot. Trees had been reduced to smouldering charcoal stumps, the earth had turned completely black and was covered in a strange, shiny black rock that almost looked like it was made of a liquid despite being completely solid.
