A brand.

As Drako saw this odd, and abrupt screen pop into existence, Nymyra simply spoke softly in response to nothing in particular, having some knowledge of brands as a whole, “Anytime…” As went to hug him, being at the height necessary for her to be face first in his genitals, a fact she relished in for as long as she could, before she too left, departing with a teary gaze, following her already leaving party.

This left Drako, utterly alone, at the brink of his near endless home, leaving him pondering how he would return to the home. This in turn, prompted another screen of absurdly potent usability to appear before his face.

“What? Could I have… Never mind, let’s try it out.” Drako ignore the fact he might’ve been able to do this earlier, as he walked up to the wall of the Dungeon, placing his palm against the stone, and with an intention, a frosty blue hue began emanating from the spot his hand laid upon, as it quickly expanded, large enough for his passage, as he twisted the knob of the titanic door, finding his same, crummy throne room.

Then, he simply thought of the last two words of the Dungeon Notification, “Intentions matter… Uhhh, I intend for this throne room to, uhh…”Drako stopped for a moment, breathing in deeply, closing his eyes, breathing out a frosty plume three minutes later, as he repeated the process, thinking of nothing but refining his intention. “I intend for this meager room… A mere facsimile of where I should reside,to become a true Throne Room, a Throne Room worthy of having me, Drakor’Anos Incinerath Frostreaver, and me alone sitting upon its grandeur!”

And with that final roar, Drako opened his eyes, and found his throne room utterly changed… Not in the manner in which he assumed it would go, but still an ever welcome change, as he stepped over the perfectly crystalized floor, which with every step of Drako’s form, came a booing reverberation, an ever present sign of his being.

And the walls, once a barren, stone-laden structure, was now perfectly smoothed, a frosty, somehow ethereal mirror, not only reflecting a person’s visage with flawless clarity, but reflecting something much, much deeper.

And the throne, once a pile of rubble he’d never cared to refine, now a monumental sculpture of ice and frost, a sixty-foot throne standing ready for the grandest of Giants to claim its seat, far too large for Drako now, but soon. He didn't know when, but he would one day sit upon the throne, and BE perfectly fitted for its magnificence.

And while everything around the grand chamber was of a crystalized frozen form, the air was not one of overbearing cold, not one of an unlivable ecosystem, though he felt it was well within his reach, at merely a snap of his finger, the air could be one so unbearable, it would have frozen every member of the earlier party in a single second, and yet, the air was calm, and welcoming, as Drako walked up to the throne in the far side of the room, taking his place upon it, looking quite out of place, like a child in their parent’s chair. Drako didn’t like this…

So, in turn, Drako pondered once more, closing his eyes, breathing in a frosty breath, a clear intention, a very clear thought in his mind of what he desired most.

And with the appearance of the screen, Drako suddenly shifted in scale, growing a foot taller, then two, then four, until finally, after twenty seconds, Drako stopped at twenty five feet tall, still smaller than the throne, but much closer to the correct size.

“I’ll go back when Nymyra visits…” Drako resolved himself, as he sat comfortably upon the throne, looking upon the screen, and finding a satisfactory zero intruders on it. So, Drako sat, and closed his eyes, as he simply drifted off to sleep.

That was until a blip sounded on that very same screen, notifying him of three intruders, as he groggily rubbed the sleep from his eyes, standing from the throne, as he stretched a strained back, burping a wisp of blue flame, drawing a chuckle of surprise and astonishment, as Drako tried breathing fire, to some success.

But then, he concentrated, who were these intruders? Drako, in order to find out, open ed a Door in front to the throne, small enough to not be seen, if not for the glowing light, but at the brink of the Dungeon, the light was sufficiently shrouded by the suns bright rays, but revealing the three large forms invading his home.