Boggan's Clan

Huffle's voice booms out before the intrepid visitor can step completely into the rocky, freezing lair that has been carved out of the side of the glacier. Her voice thunders off the iced stonewalls, muffled only slightly by her full battle helm. Her silver scales gleam in the dim mage's light of the enchanted icicles that hang overhead.

"State your intentions before venturing in further, interloper. Trespassing-"

The stoic, armored tundra dragon suddenly is interrupted by the melodic, mischievous laughter of a much-smaller spiral dragon that buzzes about her head. He perches on the edge of her visor and leers at the traveler before them, his purple eyes glittering.

"Never mind her! Always crabby, always stuffy! Welcome, welcome! Whatcha doing here, eh?"

Ariel can only sigh, wishing for the days of old when the spirals were not as numerous about her lair.

Meanwhile, Dr. Brimley eats a pile of plants that takes up a good portion of the front of the liar. He adjusts his top hat and keeps on munching because snapper dragon.