Corion's Haunt

"Fuck... Fuck! Why can't you get a fucking nest in the actual Dragonpit?" The climb to Corion's place was an extremely devious stony trail on the slopes of Visenya's Hill.

When Maelys finally arrived on the cave's entrance he was already soaked in sweat and his lamp was almost fading. He delved into it, looking at the claw markings on the walls, everyday there were more. "Where are you, you devious little lizard?" He dodged to the left for he knew what came next, a torrent of golden flames flashed beside him followed a a wince yo might think it's a laugh.

Reaching the end of the tunnel, Maelys found exactly what he expect, a gigantic mountain of rocks and stones and the only visible sing of the dragon were his neck, head and tail. The beast had been risen by the goldcloak's arrival and now stared at him.

Maelys could only smile even after all he'd been through in the feast. "Hello, old friend. Go back to sleep, I'm just making you company." He caressed the dragon's head, who lowered his head back to the ground and returned to his slumber, with steam coming out of his nostrils. The Lord Commander laid by the beast's neck and did the same.