Near the top of an extremely tall mountain there was an expansive cave. Within it lived something immensely powerful; a dragon. His name was Kylarth. He was a very large beast with a deep crimson coloring and huge powerful wings. His underbelly, along with wing webbing, horns, claws, and of course teeth, were a bright alabaster white. He was known by the nearby people as Kylarth, Champion of the People. For he was a surprisingly kind and gentle beast, as far as dragons were concerned. On occasion, if the people had a serious issue they would approach his great cave with an offering and a plea for help. More often than not, he would do his best to assist them. They knew not to push their boundaries and not to bother him with trivial nonsense, seeing as above all else he was still a dragon.
They would venture the treacherous path up to his abode and lay down an offering of gold and other treasures. He would then meander forward to hear the plea of the mortals who had come to request his