[Cards] Red Claw's Regalia (Patreon)

The dragon was calm and sedated. Disinterested in us. The giant plumes of smoke curling from his great nostrils smelled of liquor and soot. How terrified we were, to be in the presence of such a powerful creature only to have it so casually dash our bravest expectations. The molten lair swirled and vibrated with heat, and the only thing I found myself wanting—more than the dragon's hoard—was a nice, cold pint.