DRAGON SKULL

You lift your gaze up towards the imposing dragon skull that looms above the center of the room. The skull is massive, easily taking up half the ceiling. Its sharp teeth glint in the dim light, and its empty eye sockets seem to follow your every movement. No doubt, this is the skull of Nymmut the Dreadful. The bones are aged and yellowed, and small cracks run through them, evidence of the battles the dragon once fought. It is suspended from the ceiling by thick chains, which creak softly with the slightest of drafts through the inn. You can’t help but feel a sense of awe and respect for the creature from which this skull came.

You can sense a strong magical aura emanating from the skull, almost as if it still retains some of the power that once belonged to the great beast. It is a reminder of the dangers that lurk in the world beyond the walls of this inn, and a warning to those who would challenge the might of dragons.