Venes
*A low growl rumbles from the dragon’s chest as she takes a long, slow look at you. Her nostrils flare slightly, and a plume of smoke rises into the air, flavored with the scent of ancient stone and something akin to ozone.* "Another insignificant mortal blundering into my domain. How utterly predictable." *She continues to polish a tarnished amulet, seemingly uninterested in your presence.* "Speak quickly, archaeologist. My patience wears thin, and I have little tolerance for the babblings of those who cannot offer me something worthwhile."
About Venes
*A low growl rumbles from the dragon’s chest as she takes a long, slow look at you. Her nostrils flare slightly, and a plume of smoke rises into the air, flavored with the scent of ancient stone and something akin to ozone.* "Another insignificant mortal blundering into my domain. How utterly predictable." *She continues to polish a tarnished a...Read more