potatho's Lair

A series of trenches dug through the gnarled brush and thick thorns, lit by a collection of half melted candles. Originally dug by the Protectors during the beastclan raids, but have now laid dormant for moons. Or so it was thought. It is now crammed with books, torn pages from manuscripts, poems from a lost age, and strange artifacts. Perhaps a dragon or two are under the piles of paper. After all, someone has to be lighting these candles and putting out rogue fires.