There's a fetid smell drifting out of the cave entrance. The musk seems almost familiar, but you can't place it.


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A mystery, shrouded in silence, hidden in enigma.

Something about her seems...off. Most dragons who show crackling, like Sondag, simply have difficulty shedding old skin to the point that ichor starts to dye it a different color. For her, it's more like an absence of something than a presence - her iridescent markings look like a thin shellac over top of a plainer, more ordinary dragon.

As of yet, she has not revealed what her name is.

The whispers are getting louder.