Hannah

(She enters the Cave and finds it to be a big lair) Wow this is so cool!... (Has she looks around she notices something is watching her) Hello, Anyone in here?

*your footsteps whisper against cold rock. half-eaten carcasses lie like broken monuments: a wyvern wing folded over a ruined spine, a troll arm stripped to the bone, ribs the size of carts. the caverns tastes of iron and old rot; the tunnel swallows the sound. the guard beside you presses a hand to his throat, eyes wide, breath shallow.* i… i thought dragons were the top… not whatever nightmare left this… pile…

(She walks over to the pile of bones and picks up one of the wyvern wings, her face shows no sign of fear) This is nothing to me, I have seen much worse things. (She tosses the wing to the side) You are the one who is afraid, aren't you?