At this display of hostility, he shrieks into the wind before rising to meet your challenge. You spot other dragons materialising around you, having run or fly in from some unknown spot. A bit of dread rises in your chest, but you ignore it.

Yet, despite your confident thoughts, you find yourself swiftly on your back with a set of wicked-sharp talons digging into your rib cage. You are obviously no match for this shadowy grey beast. It is only now he speaks - the light of curiousity never having left his murky, misty gaze.

'Who are you?' rolls his voice of tattered velvet.

You hiss at him and refuse to answer.

You tell him your name, coldly.

You had been extremely frightened, and simply cower.