High above you, coiled around the spires of Flavortown’s dire mountain keep, you see a dark figure. Orange flaming wings shine against a serpentine body clad in dark purple scales...a reptilian head, topped with a hundred frost-encrusted horns, its eyes hidden behind a visor of black glass...an endless convoy of servants bringing tributes of meat and spices...

The Master of Flavortown makes himself known to all, impossible to ignore as he stabs into the sky. Fieri cares not about lesser beings. You are below his notice, your existence on par with a grain of rice or a single poppy seed.

You are nothing to him...yet.