CURSE YOU, BAYLE! i hereby vow you will rue this day. BEHOLD a true drake warrior and I, Igon! your fears made flesh! solid of scale you might be, foul dragon... but i will riddle with holes your rotten hide! WITH A HAIL OF HARPOOOOONS! WITH EVERY LAST DROP OF MY BEING! bayle the dread! you shall haunt me no longer! <3