Getsil was a dragon that lived nearby, red of scales and previously the senior dragon around these parts. At almost 400 years old he was the size of a small flat, a living tank of potent destruction and bad temper. The Living Forge was notorious for his bad temper, meaning when Farath alighted outside his cave he was already annoyed at the presence.

“You better get your ass outta here before I…” He stopped, his eyes widening as he took in the monstrous dragon that was Farath. “Whu - what?”

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