It was peaceful, living high up in the mountains. The people were hardy, yet friendly the air was nice, and, most of all, the view was beautiful. All of these reasons are why Amator chose to live in this small mountain village, away from the hustle and bustle of the cities and certainly from any bandits. However, even in this quaint little village, there were problems in the clouds.
And, lo and behold, there was something off about the skies that day. As Amator sat out on the porch of his old house, intent on watching the clouds, like he usually did, the old man saw something he hoped to see again only in the afterlife. A dragon.... What does this youngster want?!