Mabatan's Clan

As you walk across the stone filled desert you see huge dug-in burrows, filled with eyes the color of gemstones. Then, suddenly, an eruption of movement from among them as you hear the swish of leathery wings and the clack of bones. The dragons you now find yourself among are shamans, hunters, and above all survivors. With a booming voice, a giant boneclad hand extends, "Well met, new friend."