She stepped carefully through the debris-littered floor of the cavern, only the soft light of her holy sword, Kalo Bra'i, to guide her. Somewhere, water trickled in an incessant drip, falling to some unknown pool. The smell of decay was around her, thick and heavy. At her feet came a loud crackle and she looked down to see the gnawed bones of a prior adventurer to this dank cave. Suddenly, the darkness exploded into searing orange light, heat singeing her skin. The flames erupted onto a great mound of rubble before her, the very rock glowing with the intensity of the fire. Thalestri cast one arm over her face, shielding her eyes, and caught the gaze of the dragon as it finished its horrible jet of blazing breath. Thank the gods for that bit of rock, she thought even as she was bringing her sword around. If the young dragon had been even slightly more accurate, she would have been little more than a sizzling puddle that was once a paladin. *** Yes, that is Koshini :D