Fafnir is his own best friend, and it's been that way since the day he was born in Loclord. His entire childhood was spent partially inside his egg, refusing to part with it well into his teenage years. Eventually, it could no longer fit around his body, so he hid the pieces of his shell away somewhere in the mountain caves. And may the Ancient Warriors of Crypta help the one who happens upon them. Because, while it's true that Fafnir is an uncomplicated dragon with simple joys in life, he's also the most desperately selfish being on this planet, and he loves a fight. Fafnir can sit and eat alone with a big smile on his face for days on end, laughing here and there or crying and nodding in agreement. If all that existed on Crypta were Fafnir and a food dispenser, he'd be in paradise. And for the most part, he forgets anyone but himself exists. If he's not shoveling as many chunks of fruits or meats into his mouth as possible, he's scratching his back on a pile of crypto. If you didn't know any better, you'd think the guy would be up for a snuggle! Except that if you interrupt his feasting, he thinks you want some of his food. Pester him while he's rolling in his crypto, and he'll assume you're a thief. His mood is like a light switch, changing from joy to blinding rage without warning. His jaws are monstrous. His strength is incredible. His horns can blast through the strongest armor. And his big, bulbous belly might slow him down. It might even be the reason his wings can't lift him off the ground. But it also absorbs punches, bends weaponry, and files claws down to the nub. Fafnir doesn't care who wins the War of Crypta. He won't join the heroes of the ground or the invaders of the sky. He'll just protect what's his. Unfortunately for Scruffles, no one's livelihood will be safe. And unfortunately for everyone else, he'll make sure both sides pay for it.