1421, Lucerne, Switzerland.
You’re a farmer, walking home over Mount Pilatus. Your name, specifically, is Stempflin.
Suddenly, you hear a disturbing noise. The flapping of great leathery wings. The ground explodes in front of you. In a shower of dirt and sod, you’re overwhelmed and faint dead away.
When you wake up, there’s nothing left of the dragon–’cause it must have been one of the many dragons that live in the caves atop the mountain. But is there… You examine the scene and find a red-colored stone. Ha! It’s the congealed blood of a dragon with many healing properties!