Vuthaternock slogs his way through the pouring rain, his inner fire keeping him warm, but he still get soaked. Growling in displeasure, and walking through the darkening cobble road, he heads for the palace. Walking into the throne room, his towering height and massive build allows him to see over the heads of everyone else. He pulls back his hood, showing his draconic face, fangs bared in a savage grin. [i]What's the reward, I wonder? Some kind of magic artifact perhaps?[/i]

He watches the king, his wife, and their daughter walk into the room, and his gaze stays fixed on the beautiful princess. [i]She's amazing.... I wonder if the king will offer her hand in marriage to the one who finds that dagger.....?[/i] He licks his lips in anticipation of the reward to be announced.

[i]If the royal guard failed to catch them, the thief must be skilled indeed.[/i] He grins when the king askes for the names of those who wish to search for the dagger. He walks up to the front, and bows deeply to the king. [color=ed1c24]"My king, I am Vuthaternock, but you may call me Blackscale."[/color]

His tongue flickers out, like a snake seeking prey, and his dark crimson eyes lock on the kings.