Vitrixis had hidden in his temporary lair for three days after his humiliation in Thistleblack at the hands of the party. Now it was the dragon's intention to return and gather what was his.
The party had moved on, but they had left a message. Painted in horse blood upon the wall of the ruined tower was this: "I'm still alive and I will remember you." Korved's taunting script sent Vitrixis into a blind rage.
The yellow dragon wyrmling vented his great anger upon the crumbling remains of the tower, collapsing it in upon itself. Not only would he have the contents of their precious Ptolus vault, but he would kill them all, saving the impudent priest for last.
His leathery wings beat hard against the air as he flew east toward the City by the Spire.
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