Jameson took a puff from his cigar and blew forward a perfect ring of smoke.'Tell me of this dragon, you seem to have a history with him.' He thought absently. This dragon seemed to mean well, but Jameson still hadn't decided how to deal with his arrival. His thoughts burned as intensely of the fires of the town above, he had to learn as much as possible about the enemy. Many evils lingered beyond the shadows of this conversation, many indeed. He was aware that the dragon could hear all of this, he even intentionally let him know that he was hiding something about himself from the dragon, something not even Cassandra knew. Only one other knew of his secret. He then asked the dragon, through thought, about the location of a certain being. Half demon half werewolf, this creature had been a long rival of Jameson.

Its name.

Was Barghest..