dukeofyork's Lair

Only two dragons stand in the way of your encroachment upon the territory settled within a massive clay mound. Ares patrols the border with Aila not too far behind. Bug is some distance away, uninterested in welcoming you, while the scout siblings circle above.

"Hello," Ares says, friendly as can be. "I've been told not to let any suspicious dragons in, but you seem alright."

Aila pipes up from beside him. "If you need any wounds treated or cleaned before you head in, I can do that for you."