Garalt slowly made his way up the winding rocky pass to the top of the mountain. He knew she would be there. He knew she was waiting. The sky was alive with storm clouds, the light of the sun was almost totally removed from the earth.  A cold wind blew as Garalt neared the top, and he could smell the stench of death about him.  As Garalt made the final steps up onto the rocky plateau, he could see the evil visage of Tel'Karak Zrahl before him. But Garalt was not afraid.
    The dwarfed knight slowly made his way beside the great beast, he could feel the very evil of her presence all around him. She was breathing slowly, watching something below the cliff side she was resting atop. Her tail slowly swayed and flicked with the movements of her breathing. Garalt could just barely hear a slight growl grow louder the closer he approached. But Garalt was not afraid.
    Garalt was not afraid because for once he saw the great dragon as not some immortal spawn of the underworld, but as a living, breathing creature.  She was indeed mortal.  Garalt knew her secret.  And today, one of the two would not see the day end.  This Garalt swore.

    Garalt made his way beside the beast, though she did not seem to even recognize his presence.  Garalt turned his head slowly to look over the side of the cliff to where the dragon seemed to be watching.  In the valley below, Garalt could see several hundred campfires burning brightly in the darkened daylight.  Garalt recognized the tell tale signs of a military encampment instantly, but then quickly realized it looked more like two armies, camped about a mile away from each other.  Garalt turned back and looked over the black dragon.  She almost seemed happy with herself.
    "You've done this, haven't you?  You've put these two armies against each other and you're just waiting to watch all the destruction happen," Garalt sneered.
    "I've been watching, whelp," the great beast replied.  Her voice was menacing, but somehow soothing at the same time.  Garalt was chilled at the sound.
    "Then how long have these two armies been fighting?" Garalt asked, looking back once more at the encampments.
    "Oh?  So now the whelp can understand me?" Tel'Karak Zrahl said surprised, turning her head to look at the knight.