[Suzerain of Sheol]

Kyarr took a step back and watched the strange creature in its awkward descent from the boughs. It did not look like any demon he had ever encountered, lacking the overt design for slaughter and destruction the children of Infernus exhibited. In fact, it looked more like... a dragon. A very small dragon, climbing down a tree rather than gliding to the ground.

This is a strange place I have come to. No one living, to his knowledge, had witnessed a true dragon in hundreds, if not thousands of years, sequestered as they were in the sanctuaries of their aloof God, indifferent to the wars of men and fiends. To believe legend, not even the appeals of angels were given answer from the crystalline battlements of Xathron Deir, and some tales told it that the dragons were wracked with such grief for the death of their Mother in the oldest age of Creation, that they could not stir themselves to join the war for which they had been bred.

And yet, here was a dragon, or something aspiring to be a dragon at any rate -- it was rather small, for the grandeur of myth surrounding the mighty creatures. Kyarr resigned to watch it for the moment, confident that he could deal with the tiny beast if it attempted to make him prey.