Olgier looks up quickly, as if snapping out of a reverie. As for the other, he is a deceiver, a trickster, a sapper of hope. and a raiser of the dead. The dragon first made itself known nearly 200 years ago; if he or his kind appeared before that, our lorekeepers do not record the tale. Some of our kin, and some of the kin of killoren and even raptoran as well, were so in awe of its power that they revered it as a god, and - through a process I do not understand - were transformed into miniature dragons themselves. Our brethren grew wings in the changing, while the killoren became able to spit fire, or acid, or lightning. What the raptorans gain I know not, except that stories hold they were dissatisfied in their lot, and tried to leave. When they did, the dragon breathed once to sap their wills, then used foul magic to make them like the living dead.
"The dragon himself is of tremendous size and mottled green and black, with wings that appear ripped or tattered in places. The rips neither mend, nor seem to hinder him in any way. Fortunately for us, he now only seems to venture out once a year, on what we call Dragon's Day, when the two moons are conjoined by the sun in the sky."