Sakarnen's Clan

As you step closer to the den, you can't help but notice what an unusual location this is here in the Plaguebringer's lands; the ever-prevalent disease, decay and rot is almost absent here, leaving a barren wasteland seemingly devoid of life. Yet this clan obviously manages to survive here against all odds.
The den itself consists of a large, dome-shaped cave. The ground before the entrance is littered with bones; mostly from prey, as it seems, but you can spot a few bones that look like they might have come from dragons as well... The cave itself is well-kept and clean, with no litter in sight; there are several Fae roosts spread around the walls, with space for many more yet and on the ground you can see at least two Guardian lairs. You can see what might be decoration in several spots; some appear to be made of bone or armor, others out of stone and yet others out of materials you do not recognise. A variety of food is stacked in one corner.

Inside, it quickly becomes apparent that life in this clan revolves around a certain dragon... a Fae, and not even a particularly large one; it has a pitch black body that contrasts sharply with its striking white wings and the red eyes that almost seem to glow. You wonder why this dragon would be the leader of a plague clan; surely the Guardians would overpower it with their superior strength? However, as you approach the dragon, you notice a certain glint in its eyes, a devious and cruel glint that promises demise to all those who would dare to attempt usurpation, and you begin to understand why this Fae is the leader...

As you observe the other dragons, you find that the clan isn't necessarily ruled by fear, though. Rather, the other dragons seem to respect their leader. Maybe it is because he has led them to prosperity? Despite it being located in a wasteland, food is plentiful and the den is huge and allows for many more dragons; obviously the Fae must know what he is doing when leading the clan.

Suddenly the Fae looks up. "A visitor? What a rare occurence. I am Wyld, the leader of this clan. What is it that you want from us? Do you seek to join my clan? Feel free to... if you can keep up, that is. Failure to do so results in unpleasant consequences." And with this ominous warning, he takes to the air and enters a large Fae roost located at the top of the cave.

Do you dare risk it- to become part of the clan for better or worse and to accept the consequences if you cannot satisfy its leader?