As an unseen blur, Loimos went in ahead of them, reaching the lair of this island's defacto master, he perched upon the ceiling like a bat, unlike his loyal soldiers, he had sensed the life force of this slumbering beast, although terms like drake, wyvern and dragon were thrown around without much consistency, Loimos had managed to put his finger on what this draconic creature was.
Fairly small in size, if standing straight up, it would be just barely above the height of a regular elephant, two wings, and two legs, a long tail ending with a rugged, roundish protrusion, most certainly meant as a way to club foes, without horns, eyes small, barely perceptible, this drake was entirely stony, resembling a rough sculpture, especially as it stood perfectly still, the movement of its chest as it breathed was unseen, it too was a master of camouflage, to hide from what, nobody knew but it.
