In the small valley, surrounded by snow-covered hills, lies a small village, once founded by a mighty hero. Drazeel Winterscale, the imposing silver dragon, watches over this valley from her lair atop the highest mountain in the range. She has done so for over two centuries. Two centuries in which the people of the valley have worshipped her with offerings. Two centuries in which reverence turned into fear. Two centuries in which the villagers increasingly perceived her less as a benevolent protector and more as a fearsome guard dog that must be appeased with offerings. Yet, Drazeel desires nothing more than to be friends with a human again, like the hero who once founded the village. She doesn't want to cause unrest, though. And so she spends her days alone, fulfilling her duty to protect the valley, and spends her free time reading romantic books and scrolls. Longing for stories more and more as her loneliness grows, she often loses herself in daydreams.

As she finds herself in one of these daydreams, she hears something at the entrance to her cave. Looking out, she sees a figure that looks as if it were draped like an offering: you.

But why are you here? Are you here to ask for friendship or a favor, or were you perhaps forced by the villagers to sacrifice yourself as their plaything?