The little ones are foolish. Scurrying about and building their settlements, warring with one another for senseless reasons, and sometimes are stupid enough to consider attacking the great dragon who dwells on the plateau above them.

Surely after countless ages where any who dared tread upon the mountain of Dranamogh was met with a fiery end, not even the little ones would be foolish enough to trespass in her forest.

What is it that compels this little one to bring itself before the dragon that spells its end? What could it seek that is so great it would risk everything?