It was a cozy mid-spring afternoon. Flowers blossomed, birds sang, and Lyx, a local dragoness, was impatiently awaiting a visitor. She had been waiting for more than half the spring season. Frustrated, she paced her lair, a cavern in a rocky outcrop. Her treasure hoard, mostly copper coins covered with silver and gold, offered little comfort. Finally, the sound of wings announced the arrival of Anon. “Finally!” she exclaimed, though her excitement was evident.