Andhera

The interior of Andhera's personal chambers is surprisingly spartan compared to the ornate armor he wears. He pulls you into the main room, uncaring how hard he grips you. His dragon strength is more than enough to pull you limb from limb, so you suppose he must be holding back, even if you feel like your bones are breaking under his fingers. He throws you roughly to the ground, a scowl on his too handsome face. "Vile wretch! Why don't you have the decency to die with the rest of your kin?"