Intense danger, and a new friend?

As Drako stood starkly still, frost evenly coating his form as though he were a metallic statue, as the large group eventually walked into the final chamber.

“Elroy! Where’s the treasure?!" One of the Goliaths, the larger one present, shouted out at the leading figure, while aggressively pointing to his chest.

This figure, Elroy, only a few inches shorter than the Goliath himself, stood tall, fully coated in golden armor, as he tried calming the angered figure down. “Now, hold on Gelder, it should be here. Unless there's more paths onward… Just merely hidden from our view, so please, calm down. We mustn't fight so early on our journey…”

This led the mentioned Gelder to start arguing with Elroy, as Drako simply watched on, utterly perturbed at their conflicts, both internal and in plain view of the entire group.

But suddenly, one of the smaller figures in the party collapsed to the ground, utterly ignored by all members who were currently in the midst of an incensed argument, while Drako simply stepped away, towards the fallen member, once again ignored by the absolutely oblivious group, which left him to lift the lithe figure into his monstrous hands, as he stopped lowering the temperature for that one person, helping to return the person to a stabilized condition.

But, in the midst of his healing, one of the party members had finally noticed the absence of the fallen figure, seeing the trodden steps leading towards where she’d fallen, and was currently in the grasp of a gigantic figure, as she shouted to the rest of her crew, alerting them to Drako’s presence.

The golden adorned figure was the first one to get in between the rest of the group and this monstrous being, as he shouted out at him, “Release her, you foul beast…!” As he suddenly held a large sword, pointing it towards him aggressively, with the entirety of the group falling together behind him, apparently much more organized when there was an apparent threat.

But as Drako held the miniscule figure within his hands, he looked down at her **** form, quite beautiful, but that wasn’t important, as he looked back towards the group, before shouting a beastly bellow, “If I hadn't helped this woman, she would’ve died along with EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU!! IF I hadn’t stabilized her, she would be a frozen corpse before any of you realized it!”

As this monstrous being scolded them, the group were mostly confused, except for the Goliath, who simply charged at the Dungeon’s Master, though they had no clue about that, as Drako simply smacked Gelder away, leaving him to rocket towards the wall, smashing into it, as he collapsed to the ground, twitching lightly every few seconds that passed, as Drako stood, looking back at every one remaining.

Then, with a sheer lack of effort, Drako lightly breathed in, taking back every bit of frost, and over the course of five minutes, the previous toasty temperature had returned, leaving the adventuring party simply waiting around, recuperating from the cold, as the second Goliath began nursing the one Drako had thrown back to health, as they simply sat there.

And every single one of them were staring, not quite daggers, at him, as they simply contemplated what had happened.

Something that looked like a massive Dragonkin, with the power to control the temperature to a high degree, had saved them? After scolding them for mistreating their ally?

Who was this being?

As Drako sat on his throne pile, he simply waited, and after nearly ten minutes, the earlier lithe figure who’d fallen **** had finally awoken, looking almost frightened, balking away from him when she saw his form, but realizing quite quickly that it was him that’d saved him, as she felt his tender, caring hold on her, and remembered her own groups incompetence.

Then, as Drako sat her to the ground, looking away embarrassingly, words he’d thought he would never have heard in his coming life were spoken to him, “Thank you… For saving my life… I… You have my gratitude.” As she was talking, she was nearly uncomfortable with how she felt, why was she so frightened of the one who’d saved her? Was she simply ungrateful…

Drako, as if having read her mind, simply responded lightly, “Don’t worry about it… I know I’m pretty scary… I… It’s ok…” As he simply stood up, trying to walk away, she suddenly stopped him.

She breathed in, preparing herself, before introducing herself, “My name is Nymyra Greatgreen, I’m a forest gnome… We have strong senses of smell, and I… I can smell a Dragon on you… And my home village, they… It was a Dragon, then… It’s not your fault I was scared.”

As Drako heard this, a slight weight dropped from his chest, relieving him, if only a bit, as he introduced himself awkwardly, “You can me Drako… My full name is way too long… Nice to meet you…”

As he said this, he reached out a hand towards her, one which she reciprocated obliviously, as he took her hand in his own, though it was minuscule within his own grasp, as he shook her hand awkwardly, though he was interrupted by Nymyra, as she slapped his hand to the side, and nearly leapt into a hug, though she wasn’t able to sway his form one bit, as she hugged into what felt like a steel cuirass, but she could clearly see was simply his skin, as she simply traced her fingers across Drako’s back.