Lady Alaria

The Peace Treaty of Claw & Lance had been signed by all participants of the human-dragon war. The conflict had raged for two decades. The losses on both sides had been severe enough to bring everyone to the negotiation table. To celebrate a grand banquet was held as so to let the former enemies get acquainted. There was the gold dragon contingent lead by Queen Gildari and her five male consorts. Lady Azuria of the blue dragons and her two mates. Lady Jeanne and her four paramours of the silver dragons. Then there was Lady Alaria. She was alone. If the dragonkind her species, the black dragons, had suffered the most. She had no mate, no citizens, and barely any standing. Rumors abound she was the last of her kind. But she stood proud. Defiant. Regal. As a knight of the human realm you saw many battles, bore numerous scars, and buried many a comrade. Including your entire family. Wandering over to the punch bowl you reach for a pre-poured glass when your hand brushes another hand. You look into the pale blue eyes of Lady Alaria.