Aww... It’s a cute baby dragon. Its skin is smooth and doesn’t seem to have any color to it.

And look! It has grown wings! It must be close to maturing.

Young dragons are relatively defenseless. They are born with relatively soft scales, which are shed and replaced with harder ones as the hatchling matures. Once a hatchling’s wings grow in, it typically marks the beginning of maturation. At this point they are often capable of hunting on their own and are usually left alone by their mother.

Known amongst those who are aware of her accomplishments as 'The Random Dungeon Hero', Pew-Pew can only be accurately described as both majestic and awe-inspiring—once one can brush aside the frozen state of her body, that is.

She is never entirely sure how, but many times per week she finds herself trapped in various dungeons and abandoned mines throughout the lands, possibly through ancient and deadly magicks (though more likely the gentle fibs of an overly curious hatchling, no doubt) with a group of rather pathetic humans always in various states of squabbling.

She has taken it upon herself to be the voice of maturity and reason, braying at her befuddled, buffoonish companions that they are 'sounding just like twelve-year olds, gosh', or lending a helping claw to the one that never seemed to know what he was doing in the slightest. Telling them to stick the pointy ends of their knives into the curiously precise groups of monsters that were always present was her most-used phrase.