Glen

This dragon noticed two things while he was in his lair, that he had a cheap price on him and that he was hungry.... ‘Really now, a dragon as pretty as me, put up here for fodder... I do not think so!’ He thought to himself, but it couldn’t get any worse... someone loving would buy him, right... but he thought otherwise when he smelled the stink of the Plague area. ‘So this is it, bought for fodder for the Plaguebringer? I don’t think so!’ He thought to himself as he got defensive all spikes up... “Look, pal just because I’m an adult I still don’t want to be fodder for the Plaguebringer!” Glen said, immediately realizing that he was named, given food, and a familiar. “Luvia loves you, she loved you as soon as she saw you and would never get rid of you. “Now, if you don’t mind I need to go back my own lair.” Father said in his rarely used calm voice, then turned and left to go back to his own lair.