You're traveling alone through the Ashfall Wastes when a storm hits. The winds are blowing hard, and between the ash in the air and the clouds you find it hard to see where you're going, let alone stay on track for your trip. You're worried you might get lost, or worse, get hurt.
Reluctantly, you set down in the craggy rocks of a mountain near the Great Furnace. The heat of the lava is intense, the smoke burns your throat and eyes, and the crackling of fire is overpowering; you can't stay out here. You go looking for a nice cave to maybe weather the night in before taking off, and luckily you find one tucked into the jagged face of the mountain.
It looks mostly uninhabited, but it's cool and dry, and a welcome respite from the terrible weather outside.
You're just curling up to try and sleep through the storm when a spiral pops out of a crack you hadn't even noticed, looking extreeeeeemely excited to see you.
"Hey! A visitor! Hi! How are you doing! Would you like to buy some dragons? Say you'd like to buy some dragons. I want you to buy some dragons. You want to take a hatchling home with you, right? Don't you want a fresh new hatchling? All the hatchlings I have here are great hatchlings, I can assure you. Positively the best hatchlings. You know you want one!"
The spiral speaks so fast you can hardly get a word in edgewise, and any protests to the contrary just get steamrollered over. Finally, just for some peace and quiet you agree to take a look at the hatchlings the spiral is trying to foist on you.
Reluctantly, you set down in the craggy rocks of a mountain near the Great Furnace. The heat of the lava is intense, the smoke burns your throat and eyes, and the crackling of fire is overpowering; you can't stay out here. You go looking for a nice cave to maybe weather the night in before taking off, and luckily you find one tucked into the jagged face of the mountain.
It looks mostly uninhabited, but it's cool and dry, and a welcome respite from the terrible weather outside.
You're just curling up to try and sleep through the storm when a spiral pops out of a crack you hadn't even noticed, looking extreeeeeemely excited to see you.
"Hey! A visitor! Hi! How are you doing! Would you like to buy some dragons? Say you'd like to buy some dragons. I want you to buy some dragons. You want to take a hatchling home with you, right? Don't you want a fresh new hatchling? All the hatchlings I have here are great hatchlings, I can assure you. Positively the best hatchlings. You know you want one!"
The spiral speaks so fast you can hardly get a word in edgewise, and any protests to the contrary just get steamrollered over. Finally, just for some peace and quiet you agree to take a look at the hatchlings the spiral is trying to foist on you.
Welcome to Red's Chaos Hatchery, where the dragons are only pretty sometimes and we don't know how to give a sales pitch!