The dragon looked at his pets panic and was quiet pleased by him self. It had bin long since he had played this game but he could still find the dark horrors in a mortal’s brain. His massive heads moved closer as they sniffed the air, her fear and panic was what he really wanted from her. The rest was just a game and a fancy.<br/><br/>He did noting that could brake the fear, spoke no word just enjoyed it until it lasted. She would snap out of it soon enough and realize their was no needle and no rings. The box was a magical trinket that always gave the worst possible gift one person could receive from another. It was one of his favored little toys, it had bin so long since he had used it on a pet he had almost forgotten about it.<br/><br/>He could do one thing to her though, that was real and cruel and exactly the kind of entertainment he had missed for so long, he would make her tell him why she feared what she saw so much<br/><br/>As her fear subsided and the panic started to weaken he spoke again “Drow” Was the only word he spoke, he chuckled softly.<br/><br/>"I know your goddess, we have worked together once. That weary box was a little present from her amongst other things for my services" The dragon’s voice thundered as he laughed “It has bin a long time ago though”  She could not even comprehend what might be a long time for a dragon, like him. The small golden box lay before her ware she must have dropped it, it was closed again the key vanished. It was laying on its back with a small spider mark on it. The mark of a goddess …