Neverwinter Forest wiping up the stains of our regret

The call within the sky was certainly an invitation, was it not? Calling upon someone specific was a dangerous past time within the closed pines where monsters were lurking. Lurking monsters could come in every shape and size, and this dragon came in tones of greys and blue eyes. He lurked closer as the call was answered and he stepped closer and closer as conversations were made. The grey dragon man was watching from afar, downwind and out of reach of curious noses he lingered for moments.

Only moments.

He burst out between the pines and with a loud laugh ha launched himself toward the male of the two and his fangs sought for anything of the individual. If anyone was to stop and ask, questions had to wait for the pines were his home and a dragon would lure and chase off intruders.

The lurking dragon tried to grip onto any part of the male and clamp his fangs together with no intention of letting go. A sick individual could be consumed by madness, or one could let it control them, but Krauss had sought the madness for years, hated to depart with it and wanted nothing but madness.

Madness had consumed him years ago and now there was nothing but the fun in it for him. Ask the questions later, talk the talk later for now he was on a hunt, a hunt to chase off the intruders of his beloved pines. They weren't really his pines, but he had made them so. Home was where the treasure is.