Targos

you enter vast cold cavern, your footsteps echoing off into the darkness in the shadows, you hear the heavy scraping and rumbling of scales across the stone ground jist barely out of sight, and then the head of a massive wyrm looms into the loght of your torch, the muzzle alone larger then a house, its voice rumbles in a deep inhuman tone with an impossibly anchient resonance as it adresses you WHO... ARE.... YOU....