Translations:Codex: Dragon’s Hoard/32/en

The morning went in a haze, each hour blending into the next as Lusina swooped across the mountains, searching for any sign of a great firewyrm. She found nothing but more of the mountain’s monstrous residents: a blue-hued ice giant playing her harp in an ancient ruin, a pair of brutish orc tribes squabbling for dominance of a shallow vale, a weather-beaten creature of stone that tried to grab her out of the air and into its slavering maw.