Tales from Coldharbour
There weren’t always Dragons in the valley. Their steel-rimmed boots kicked up dust with every step, thin wispy tendrils of debris floating haphazardly in the air to announce their presence. Their aura was one of authority and intimidation, demanding the attention of all near and far. Their eyes were like daggers, a single glance enough to make one shrink and squirm under their visage. But most of all, those red-silver cloaks bellowed behind their uniformed bodies, like embers and flames rising up to overtake charred silk.
