Golden wings glide through the air

Throughout the taverns, near and afar, word quickly spreads of a dragon, golden in color gliding through the air between Shadowdale and Myth Drannor. Some have doubted such a powerful dragon’s presence yet to those who have seen, certain identifying marks on the Great Wyrm cannot be denied. It’s head short and thick with two large protruding horns. There are conflicting reports that this dragon has fourteen whiskers though it’s but a rumor. One supposed eyewitness said it’s easily 300 feet though others have guessed it closer to 150 feet.

Only but a few might understand its purpose. Some less wise believe it to padding it’s hoard, others with a better understanding would understand that it’s not typical behavior for a gold dragon and something is amiss. It’s rare to earn the wrath of a golden dragon though when it occurs, it will never rest until those who have wronged are brought to justice or death.

"Oi, I'm the only Dragon 'round here and this is my turf."

Elena, being the antagonist as always, starts spreading word around Shadowdale and the wilds about the region that she's gathering together a 'Hunting party' to kill the 'damned berk'.

The skies remain clear and seem quiet throughout the day, no reported sightings of any Golden Dragon anywhere near the city.

A small hin, foolishly walks in the woods with out escort from time to time, But she is in no way looking for a dragon.