You choose to go left and find yourself in a slick, icy cavern of flickering blue lights and bitter blasts of cold air from seemingly no where in particular. The clinking of breaking ice echoes about and you look a bit worriedly at the ceiling of ice spears. Careful not to make to much noise, keeping in mind the ice, you look around the area which is large and smooth, worn from something large. 

    The sound of claws on ice makes you whirl around, stifling a gasp of surprise. Sitting up on it's hind quarters, staring at you with misty gray eyes is a dragon holding a staff of wood. It fans it's wings a bit, making you gasp at the frozen air created, you realize the blasts of cold air you have been feeling are from it's wings.

   Unspeaking, the creature bows it's great blue-white head to you, spreading it's wings. For a moment, all you can see is the quiet canvas of mountain peak blue covering you eyes, then the dragon folds its wings. It nods toward a piece of paper tacked to the wall then disappears into the back of the cavern, something keeps you from following it, so you go check the piece of paper.

Owner: Shadow Syra
Name: Blizzard's Dark Wrath
Element: Ice
Magic: Ice breath, cold wing, ice dagger
Gender: Female
Wings: Dragon
Horn(s): none
Personality: Though she can be very cold towards people, she is very loving and kind to her owner. Secretive.

   You guess it'd be best to move on.