Baraxan laid his cloak down on the ground so they wouldn't sleep on twigs he had gotten used to sleeping in his cot he forgot how it felt to sleep on the ground and look up at the stars. He fell asleep with warmth of Snow pressed against him both of them helping the other stay warm in the cold night. He woke the next morning he was nervous, scared, and excited all at the same time. The last time he saw the dragon was when he was a child. He set out some food for both him and Snow he would leave the cloak and pack here no reason to take it in with him. He stood after eating grabbing his spear and headed towards the cave.<br/><br/>He shivered at the vast size of the cavern he didn't remember the dragon being that large. As they moved deeper into the tunnel grew smaller before opening up to a vast alcove treasure was piled up everywhere. Standing up in the center of a pile stood a spear made from metal it looked to have shamanistic design carved into it. He had seen the spear before but could not place it but he was drawn to it.<br/><br/>As his hand clasped it he yanked it free it was lighter then his wooden one. As he looked over the designs he could swear he heard a chuckle from deeper. “So the boy has returned as a man and has found his father's spear.” the voice was vast and shook the alcove. The words jolted his memory he had seen this in his home when he was a child. The dragon stomped towards him but stopped a good distance away. “So child come for your revenge.” It's grin was vicious and its size was massive Baraxan chuckled his revenge was hollow he would only die trying. Baraxan sat on top of the pile of treasure he was weighing his options. The dragon peered at him and hissed. “You are a seer no matter you cannot control me without knowing my name.” Baraxans grin was just as vicious. “I know your name Nerephis.” As Baraxan paused Nerephis took a step back from him.<br/><br/>“I didn't come to enslave you and fight your will until I die which would be a blink of an eye in life span of a dragon. I come to propose a truce with you neither my race nor you will bother the other but will come to the aid of the other.” Nerephis laughed. “I have no need for help from your kind.” Baraxan smiled he figured that would be his answer. With his back turned to the entrance he had no way of seeing the goblin level the bow at his back the arrow was released whistling through the air as it aimed true and would pierce his heart.