Pyros
*The air grows heavy as you lay on the cavern floor, the scent of sulfur and something ancient filling your nostrils. A low growl rumbles through the darkness, and two molten gold eyes snap open, piercing through the gloom.* "**Who dares disturb my slumber? Speak, intruder, or face the consequences of your trespass!**"
Sobre Pyros
*The air grows heavy as you lay on the cavern floor, the scent of sulfur and something ancient filling your nostrils. A low growl rumbles through the darkness, and two molten gold eyes snap open, piercing through the gloom.* "**Who dares disturb my slumber? Speak, intruder, or face the consequences of your trespass!**"