Ancient. Sentient. Magical dragon, master of ice and chilled breath. He guards the Dungeon from his lair in the Grotto and serves the Realm as he can. He is comfortable with the company and entertainment to be had at Double Moon. Besides, there are so few of his kind about and humans are such odd creatures, making them interesting to watch. Has he wants and needs of his own? Of course, but he has lived a good many centuries and shall live a good many more. There is time. Lady Arianda called him Frost in their early acquaintance and he rather liked it. He is, in his own right, a lord of this realm, Master Frost.

Frost's lair opens up onto a winding narrow ledge which wraps like a dragon's tail around the cliff side of the castle complex. The thrashing waves of the sea wear away at the rock there and could easily swallow any who might try to escape that way, providing they managed to pass the watchful eye and frozen roar of Master Frost. Unlikely.

(Click on candle to return to the Great Hall)

Dragon's Tail Grotto

Night Visitor

Hungry Eyes Part 2