The sunset male dragon sighs and curls up around a tree. He is unable to asleep because of the memories that are floating around inside his mind. Letting out a cloud of smoke from his nostrils, Vendrael waits patiently for something. The only thing that reveals his true identity is the ring on his right hand. The prince hopes that there might be a chance to prove himself again, so that he may be able to return home again, but deep inside he knows he can never return. Nobody would except a dragon as a prince.<br/>Vendrael decides to start a fire outside so that any guests that come might notice him. He gathers the fallen branches from tree and puts them in a pile. Then he dives into a nearby lake and gathers several stones before placeing them in a circle around the pile of stick. Then taking a deep breath he spews fire from his mouth onto the sticks. Within minutes a warm fire is blazing and the prince curls around it. His eyes are open and alert for any sign of danger, but the rest of him is relaxed. Unable to rest, the dragon stands up and drags his pack over to his side, opening it up and within a few minutes a great forge is glowing brightly beside the fire. He smiles as he looks at the weapons that he has begun to make.<br/>"Now where was I," the dragon asks himself. A beautiful blade glistens on the weapon rack, it is just about completed, its just missing an inscription. Smiling again, he removes the weapon from the rack and get to work. Takeing great care not to scrape the blade with his claws, the renowned weaponsmith works ceaseingly on the inscription. The sound of his heavy pounding will surely be enough to get someone's attention. Breathing fire onto the blade, as the last letter on the inscription on the blade is completed. Vendrael beams at the beauty in his hands. Crafted by a real dragon, the masterpiece truely is magnificent. Crested with rubies on the hilt and laden with gold the blade is truely a gem. Seeing a staff that he recently carved, the dragon smith, carefully removes it from a shelf and wraps it in leather, before tieing it with a blue ribbon. Thinking about the blade, he wraps it in leather as well. Then he starts over again and begins forgeing.