Ripper sat still in his cage with only his breathing breaking the stillness, he was listening to the other drags talk about the dragons of old, the ancient beings who lived in the darkest places on earth, only coming up every once and a while to get food, and if you saw one, you'd most likely not live to tell. He remembered his parents telling him of large green and brown forms, covered in moss and foliage, moving through the jungle whenever the humans got to close. He didn't know whether to believe it, but he'd always liked that story...