Meet Ember, your new Dragonborn party member! His heat rises from deep within to keep you warm on a cold night!

Dragon's Treasure is his signature color - a lustrous pink tip fading into a darker metallic grey smooth shaft, split to a faded golden base.

It will be a day or two before they can fix the wheel, your rogue explains. Crossing the mountain pass in a caravan was always dangerous but a bandit ambush left your carriage mangled enough that you genuinely considered leaving it behind.
Your party was lucky to escape alive, and with most of your cargo still on hand.

A long day uphill in the scorching sun made the village a welcome sight-- large enough to have all the services and stores you would need to restock for the rest of the journey,
but now you're stuck. You might as well take a look around while you wait for the smith to fix up your transport.

After visiting a few of the most reputable-looking shops and getting some much needed supplies, you notice it starts getting colder. The red sun no longer burns your skin and it will soon be night.

Better find a room before it gets any later, you reason. The larger tavern on the main street is loud and festive, with song and dance spilling out into the street.  Not the headache you're in the mood for at all. Further down a side alley, a wooden sign advertising rooms snatches your attention. It's well lit, and not quite as loud... and it looks cheaper. Less gold spent is more profit earned.

Inside, you sit down at the bar with aching legs and sore soles, and wait for the sole innkeeper to finish serving other guests, before he turns to you.

You ask, but are met with bitter disappointment. "We're sadly all out of single rooms for the night," the barkeeper explains. Before you can get up, the innkeep sets a large mug of cold beer down in front of you, and nods towards the corner. "The gentleman wants to buy you a drink, though," he mumbles. You look over.

Clad in smooth leather armor and green-dyed linen, a tall dragonborn meets your gaze from across the room. His eyes glow like cinders in a warm fireplace. He cracks a smile, exposing rows of sharp teeth, and exhales a puff of smoke through his nose.

You grab the mug of beer and move over to the empty chair by his table. Up close, you notice the subtle colors of his scales, adorning his muscular body like carefully cut gemstones.

"I have a double room, if you don't mind sharing...", he invites in a deep-resonating voice, with a knowing look, "The name is Ember." You wonder what about you could've caught his attention, but you are too intrigued to care. The noise of the streets is dying down and a different music fills your mind. You drink of the mug and lean in. "Tell me more..."

Perhaps your night isn't gonna be as cold as you feared.

3D model and toy design by Scritt