As Cham'lin walked out, he glanced towards Ellekarr, wrapped in irons and completely surrounded by guardsmen as they read aloud his falsely accused crimes. Ellekarr ignored the soldiers and gave Cham'lin a cold, hard stare. A stare that pierced straight through Cham'lin's heart, a stare that would torment his dreams for the rest of his life. Cham'lin's perfect stride broke sequence for what seemed like an eternity. For the first time ever since he left his homeland, the elf knew fear.

Despite Ellekarr's emotionless face, his eyes burned with the combined fires of all nine hells, dancing around a storm of sheer fury, anger and hatred, kept at bay only by some miracle of the universe.

Before Cham'lin stood not Ellekarr of the Dereller clan, but a mighty, ferocious red dragon.