DA FUNK . Frostblown merchants, Open

[rhosmari]

FIRE AND "BRYMSTONE"

He could agree, with the active volcanos and the lava flows that their territory could be rather oppressive considering the heat. Many things thrived here thought. Things that were resilient to the heat and it was a perfect breeding ground for the dragons that roamed these parts. He had to learn to get used to the heat as he was not a native to these lands and he supposed that was what most of the Ironfolk prided themselves on. Being able to survive where other's did not dare place their own paws. Today was another overcast day and the humidity and was making the Dragon rather antsy. His thick claws scraped against the stone and rock as he ventured forth from the Iron Gate and made his way towar the jungle to perhaps do some hunting. Though it was always hard for him to eat he tended to try and swallow things whole. Having no lips, well, it made it harder to keep food in his maw. Blood and other things included. He was a very messy eater. Yet it seemed he wouldn't get to get that far as he paused upon smelling the scent of a familiar group. Ah yes, he remembered them.

Turning the skull face monster would make his way toward the band of Frostblown members, purplish blue orbs seeming to shake within empty sockets as he examined them. ''Welcome to the Iron Forged. What can I do for all of you today? Though by the looks of all the things you've brought with you you're here to trade your wares. We have a plethora of items within the Sanctuary.'' The creaking and snapping of his bone jaw was audible as he curled his skeletal scorpion tail with the cracking of vertebrae.

AND I'M BACK TO MY WAYS, CAUSE I'M HEARTLESS
SEVEN YEARS I BEEN SWIMMING WITH THE SHARKS NOW

Reggan