The large wyrm set in the grounds that made up her floating lair. It had taken her sometime to get the feel just right, but it was hers. Those quicksilver reptilian eyes looked over the city that she had chosen to protect. It was a chaotic merging of personalities that had no right being blended, but it was home.

The council had tried to stop her from returning, citing the need for her aid. There was always a reason, a delay. Tamara finally put a stop to all that nonsense. The vision of suffering in her home was too much for the dragoness to ignore. The time for inaction was over.

She never had to worry about the sanctity of her lair. Very few knew of it's existence and fewer still could access it without the power of flight. Even then the wards had been enough to confuse and dissuade the curious.

She had been exploring and getting her bearings. She had met with a couple of the Scathachian sister, especially Isuelt. The die was cast and her lot with those of the sisterhood below.

And may Tamara have mercy on their foes?

((Tamara from the DnD Wiki))