For once I am trying not to draw much attention to myself. I don't want that much attention after all. I was merely looking for a familiar face, someone I may recognize from when I had last been here, and yet I see nothing. No traces of Baphomet or Iromar wolves I recognize. No Baphomet, there's nothing here for me. Even at Iromar's borders I had not smelled Baphomet and I wonder if he too had left these lands. Or maybe he has fallen, maybe death has claimed another due life. Instead I watch for any of those "angels" Baphomet had told me about, and yet there seems to be none of those present either. There's nothing at all to cause me to stay and yet I do not budge. I am still looking. I am silent and yet I am intensely watchful. I make no sounds, I stand still as the stone cliffs, and I just watch. I am good at watching, I am good at sneaking around as well. I am good at fighting as well. Strategies, killing, causing screams in the dark. Causing some in daylight too.

I am the ice dragon. I breathe ice and death from my lungs, I left destruction and blood in my wake. I am who and what I am, and nothing would ever change that. I am going to watch and wait. I won't attack, not today. No killing. I will simply watch. Silently watch. Ready to act. Ready to react. Ready to strike when the time comes. Ready to circle and to chase. The time for attention has not yet come, and only time will tell if it will come anytime soon. My breath and heart beat are also silent, more silent than a ghost even. The faint dark russet stripe along my spine makes others mistake me for an angel, and sometimes that amuses me. Angels are nothing but pup tales. They do not exist. I'll prove it one day. The ice dragon will crush these rumors of angels, will watch as the city of angels crumble. I will not strike yet. Now is not the time.