text: You quickly hurry inside, followed by your twin brother. You live in a small village of small huts. Luckily enough, you father is Chieftain Magrash, which entitles you to sleep in the Chieftain's Hut, the largest hut. As you enter, you see your father sitting in a rough woolen tunic, sharpening his greatsword. In front of him is his heavy steel plate armor, as well as several trophies from his battles.
  
  
  "Mazkil, Gruzub, you fight too much. Mama is trying to put Dagden to sleep."
  
  
  "Yes, papa." You both reply.
  
  
  "Who won the fight?" He asks.
  
  
  "I did!" You both say, before glaring at each other.
  
  
  "You don't know? Perhaps you're not fighting enough. Gruzub, go down to the river and fetch water for the stew. Mazkil, sharpen my sword. I need light the hearth."
  
  
  You go over to the sword, and begin to sharpen it against the whet stone, while looking over your father's trophies: An Elven Dagger, a Shrunken head, a battered golden shield, a shattered battleaxe, a studded mace, a series of Tribal Necklaces and a Dragon Skull.
  
  
  "Papa?"
  
  
  "Yes?"
  
  
  "Can you tell me about your trophies?" You ask.
  
  
  "I've told you many times about my trophies."
  
  
  "Tell me again."
  
  
  Papa chuckles, a harsh sound you've come to love.
  
  
  "Which would you like to know about?"
  > You ask about the Dragon Skull (Dragons)
  "Ah, the skull. Dragons are fearsome creatures. They come in many colors, all with powerful skills. They speak Dragontongue, and many speak our language. Some are intelligent, while some are incredibly feral and wild from years of isolation. Their flames tend to be tinted the same color as their scales, with an afinity for hoarding treasure and waging war and destruction. They're solitary creatures, Dragons. If you ever slay one, Gorgok will look upon you with joy."