Spamtoon's Lair

"I didn't become an almost billionaire drinking coffee at random times of the day like some--commoner!"
Techno music blares from Mark and Spam's personal quarters, scrolls and magical artifacts strewn about the edges, only breaching the center atop Mark's desk. Etched in the logo of his old company, it serves as his speaking point to the clan, as well as his workshop. Tech and magic meet here.
(Spam and Mark dragons, but since I don't have spam yet, here's my fandragon breeding pairs!)