*Not five miles distant from the Shimmerscale lair, there was a tiny cave that any decent dragon would have scoffed at making into a home. But this wasn't any ordinary cave. It went down, down, into the depths of the earth. It was here that Aurthur made his hidden Alchemy lab. This one was hidden, even from Icer, and it served as a perfect hiding place for the dark one known as Aurthur.

He blended in well with the shadows down here, usually using little more than a mage's light globe spell to work by. The bones of his latest meal were stacked in a corner, pieces of meat still stuck to them. He had no time to tediously pick them clean. New orders could come from his new boss, Travanix, at any time.

It had been fun, thus far, to fall into the cliche dragon role, razing villiages to the ground, or killing this or that person that needed disposing of. He was even finding he had a taste for human flesh from time to time. All in all, he was happier than he could remember being in a long, long time.

While he waited for fresh orders, he was using his new found power to tinker with alchemy. His current project' To make his very blood acidic, so even if he were wounded, the one who wounded him would pay dearly for doing so.*