A dragon in a pickle, a human on a mission, one huge misunderstanding. It's a fire-breathing recipe for disaster. Pimlyn is ready to set out, find her own way in this big, wide world. Her mother's nomadic life style just isn't what she wants. She craves a place to settle and put down roots, but first she means to avenge her father's death and once and for all rid Harstmuth of the creature terrorizing the Scorched Woods. The Great Beast of Blackstone could have imagined many a scenario as to how his day was going to go as he lolled about amongst his treasure, dreaming of his long lost freedom. The little spitfire of a human bold enough to come at him with the equivalent of a metal toothpick, wearing not but a tin can of oversized armor, was not quite what he'd had in mind. THIS mouthy little thing was to be his chance to escape? His sanity rides on THIS being? The fates must be mad! She had grit, though, he had to admit. He'd give her that. She was no wilting lily. Eh. Perhaps the human could prove useful... She would, at the very least, be entertaining. A revenge hungry human means to catch the dragon by the talon, and yet... it would seem the dragon is not the only one feeling caught.