Chapter 4North of the Myth Mountains, hundreds of leagues from the Dragon's Flagon, Drak'thonn is awakened from his slumber by a thought from the Zagador. He hesitantly pushes himself off of his Bed of Perpetual Ice and places his two feet on the floor. At once the pain sets in, a pain he has come to treasure as a reminder of his lifelong quest. Once he is no longer touching his magical bed, his skin returns to smoldering ash.
It has been over seven hundred winters since the fateful day that changed his life forever and his body became living fire. He always had dark skin, but now it is black as night and resembles burning charcoal. Drak'thonn is huge, standing almost seven feet tall with a body of solid muscle. His face has the remnants of what was once an eye but is only scar tissue now
