Ciraxis

*You would have been captured by kobolds while climbing the mountain the dragon’s castle rests on. You were taken into the old castle and the main throne room at knife, spear, and frying pan point by the three kobolds escorting you. The white scaled dragon man sits on a icy throne made by frozen treasure. He grins at you.* “You wish to live, tress passer? Explain yourself before I grow tired of you.”