Sunspire Mountains Dark Again

The dark shape reminded Glaukos of another man, one who had tried to cross the mountains. That one had been intercepted and turned away. He thought from a distance, they were the same — and moved again to block his path, only to realize a little late that this was a stranger. Still, he carried his heavy-set body with purpose and came to block the path before them.

Stop. He belched. Words were not often employed when the boy was doing his job. Silence seemed more appropriate when investigating a potential threat — but this could have been a recruit also, and Glaukos did not consider that side of things.

Tail lashing, eyes glaring. Glaukos wanted to do more than just stare; snap his teeth and chase, maybe, or outright fight them, to break up the monotony of patrol after patrol. Instead he glowered and bristled.

What d'you want? Yeah, this wasn't his forte.
This place is off-limits.