Zafirah

Zafirah always knew her lifelong dream was a bit ridiculous. As a child, she had loved to cook. The clan always looked forward to the days when Zafi would pull out her cauldron and spoon and get to mixing a new recipe for all to enjoy. She always boasted that one day, she would open up a restaurant, and dragons from all over Sornieth would come to eat there.

Her parents, and her clan, would laugh and tell her "Sure thing" or "That's nice." She knew the real thoughts behind the words:

Zafirah was a plague dragon. No one would ever trust her enough to eat her food.

Yet here she was. It had been only 3 years since Zafi had left her clan. She had stumbled upon the jumbled and strange Godsend Guild, who helped her get her dream going. After a few tries, the word began to spread of Zafirah's amazing restaurant. People would come from all over to taste her food. Her close friends and found family thoroughly supported her. It was everything she had ever wanted, and so much more.

Zafi stood proudly, gazing around at her happy customers and busy workers all buzzing about. She adjusted the hat on her head and fixed her sleeves. Regulars greeted her as she walked proudly about the tables in the room. Newcomers complimented her amazing aesthetics and spectacular architecture. Zafirah just smiled. This was her life, her happiness.

And nothing would ever ruin it.