A run down wooden house buried in sand and dirt. The door is still on the house but the roof is collapsed on itself. Roots and vines cover most parts of the house.
Ruin of a house, Wasteland
alter boy
the dragon who breathes fire and won't let her out.
I am the terror that turns men's hearts cold. I ambush the King's caravans and steal his riches for myself. I am wise, but cunning, more foe than friend. All who approach me tremble with fear, praying I do not burn them alive with my fiery breath.
You won't. But I must get out! I cannot stay buried here. I am not in the business of offering charity tom anyone.  I consume all that cross my path. The lord certainly would not approve of such things... The Lord.  Which lord do you speak of, boy? God of course, who else would I call lord? There are many lords and l of which you speak.adies in this land and I don'r fear any of them, but I am not familiar with this God I see, how unfortunate for you. He is such a caring God. Why would he care about you? He cares about all his children, he did create everything after all. He created me? Yes, all creatures are a product of his design.