Watcher

Seasoned travelers that pass through the Mire always warn newcomers of a small witch who lurks in the deepest parts of the swamp. Of a drake whose sight is so powerful that they can see between the vines. They speak of a feeling of being watched; of a glimpse of beckoning paws and gossamer wings peaking through the reeds; a soft song on the breeze, calling those who listen to wade deep into the undergrowth. Dragons who follow her find themselves at a small, cozy cottage that smells faintly of rose, surround by a flock of Lion's Mane Seekers. She stands at the doorway, gesturing them to come inside. Those who enter feel uneasy, but leave relatively unharmed.

However, they always feel an urge to return to the Mire after they leave. A strong, powerful pull. Those that follow this alluring call back to the swampy depths are never seen again. And, her flock has one additional Seeker.