You step into a dimly lit cave, shifting uneasly. Stepping forward, you see something inscribed in the wall. Fortes Fortuna Juvat. Fortune Favors The Brave.

"Hello brave warrior," someone says behind you, causing you to spin around. A young woman stands there, looking at you. As your eyes fully focus, you relize she isn't human. She's an elf! Her white hair reaches clear down to her waist, while a few strands are pulled over her shoulders. She wears a heavy leather body, legs, gloves and boots. A yew bow and a quiver full of what look to be rune arrows are tightly secred on her back. Her milky white skin off-sets her piercing blue eyes, which seem to look straight into your soul. Also, you notice a large, black, serptine dragon near the entrance as a guard.

"My name is Thranda Winterwood," she says. "And that is ShadowWing. I am the leader of the Dragon Hunters in this area, and he guards this place. Why are you here?" she asks. "Are you here to see what Dragons we have taken in? Or do you wish to take one of the many eggs with you? Or perhaps you wish to join us and earn the rank of Dragon Hunter?"

Smiling, she leads you to a ciruclar room with three doors.