Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-31940900-20131008000041/@comment-12599067-20131013202104

Nahlotkahdaal soars over the horizon, the rays of dawn glinting of his weathered scales. He laughs deeply.

Nahlotkahdaal: "Drem Yol Lok, foolish joore. I forgot what fine sport mortals make!"

He soars over the campsite, exhaling frost.