Ketrazul's Clan

The path leads along between the majestic trees in the shrieking wilds. The riot of sounds assault your ears making you nervous and constantly looking over your shoulder as you travel. You begin to notice the path beneath your feet though clogged in some places with grass seems to be paved with stone slabs. The farther in you go the less grass you see between them. With your focus on the path beneath you you forget about the shrieking in the woods or what lies before you. Had you looked up you would've seen the trees becoming less wild looking and more refined, arcing over the pathway to join their branches with the ones on the other side.

A flutter of wings and a hissing ,strident voice stops you in your tracks. "Halt!" It cries as your head snaps up to find a Striped red Fae dragon with bright pink wings hovering not a foot from your face. "Where go you on this path traveler with your eyes to the ground? Know you not that this is the Lair of Nature's Grace in which you find yourself." He looks you over and taking pity on your worn looks invites you inside the gateway to the lair.

"Come rest awhile, take sup with us. Let us show you hospitality which defines us." He flutters beside you as he leads you into a vast clearing surrounded by trees. Many dragons wander in the area doing everyday tasks. They come forward as they see you and welcome you into the fold.