Returning to the Nest

Bruce, the green dragon, was a figure of both awe and mystery among his followers. As he stood amidst the remnants of their latest skirmish, the air around him seemed to thrum with an invisible power, a testament to the arcane ritual he was performing. His subordinates, a motley crew of orcs and lesser creatures, watched from a safe distance, not daring to question their master's enigmatic actions.

The scene was one of quiet anticipation and unspoken questions. None dared to voice their curiosity, for Bruce had cultivated an image that bordered on the divine. His authority was absolute, his demeanor serious to the point of being inscrutable. To challenge him was unthinkable; even though Bruce had never shown the capricious violence characteristic of dragonkind, none wished to test his limits.