<div align="center">(http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r94/anIrishlad/excerpt_draco4_zpshpobbmcj.jpg)</div><br/>Kyloth stumbled or at least, he pretended to, as he slowly made his way towards the door to his room, at the Dancing Bear. After all, even a blond barbarian from the north, which he currently looked like, would have gotten drunk from the number of pints and jugs of beer he had been drinking. While it was true, that it would in fact take several Dwarven breweries worth of ale to get him truly drunk, no mere human could have consumed what he had and not been drunk. So he had to put on an act, to keep the locals from guessing that he was anything but a simple barbarian, down for a drink the border city of Scorchkeep, so named for the rebuilt fortress, which had been burned down by dragon fire. It's said, when it rains, you can still smell the brimstone.<br/><br/>In the greatest sense of irony, he had been the very dragon, who had burned down the keep, all those centuries ago and now this was one of his favorite towns of the lesser races. Of course, this could be because the city was located on a major trade route, which trafficked in Elven wines, Dwarven ales and Human spirits. All of which, the dragon had come to enjoy and thus why he let it appear as if he slept up in the mountains and left the rich caravans alone. Of course, it wasn’t the same on the other sides of the mountains but they didn’t have the ability to appease him with drink, like this side could.<br/><br/>Although, in truth, he was always worried about thieves, when he left his lair. So he would seal the caves up with with layers of enchantments, which would last until he returned to slumber upon the piles of riches. Unfortunately, this kind of protection magic didn’t work when he was at home but then again, he was there to deal with heroes and burglars. Really, the best way to get to his hoard, would be to kill him while he was in human form and let his magics fade away. Of course, that meant hiring someone to try it and he had none of the human weaknesses.<br/><br/>And there were those willing to try it or at least to hire someone to try it. Wizards, eager to find magical relics in the hoard. Great Lords and merchant houses, to avenge lost caravans or sons who tried to slay him. Fools all. He was red dragon from the first age of the world, strong and powerful. There was nothing a mortal could do to harm him. Better they give up this foolishness and simply prey they escape his notice.<br/><br/>But all that didn’t matter, as Kyloth finally got the door open and stepped into the room, for what was to him, a quick nap.