The human, what was he even doing here? Did his deal with the Voice in the mirror bring this down upon his head? Was this the price of his ambitions? He was little more than a story! A blown up minstrel's tale to scare foals! Tall and dark, ate dragons, and shat lightning if the more exaggerated tavern stories were to be believed. Last he had heard, he was supposed to have died in some fuss or other in Griffonia. He didn't know, and he didn't care to mingle with the blighters who infested this town more than he had to. But still, it was not every day a storybook monster walked into your home and made demands of you.