Ai Celeb Sgiathatch (Skey-Ach) or Hatch

Ai Celeb Sigurhaith, known as Hatch to all who knew, was never in a talkative mood. Sitting on the raised wooden back of the cart, the Severn-and-a-bit-foot-tall being made it look like some kind of miniature. In the quiet warm afternoon sun as the cart followed its usual route, peasants in the fields gawped and shrank back from the vehicle and its giant silver occupant.

Because Hatch was silver. Most Dragonborn had skin of a reddish or brownish hue. Hatch though this common, every day, perhaps an effect of so many years lived with the lesser races. The sun gleamed on scales so mirrored it was as if a stature of solid silver was being delivered to some kings palace, but statues didn't practice sword craft.

Hatch was practicing sword craft. Fortunately the rather pale looking passengers at the inn had decided they didn't need to travel today. Hatch did not mind, company was not required in order to complete this quest. Back ramrod straight, Hatch thought while practicing, thrusting and parrying invisible opponents. The practice was automatic, subconscious even, and served to clear the mind after so long awake. Hatch thought not of the pleasant day, the terrified driver of the cart, the fearful locals or even the elegant Elven longs word as it flashed too and throw.

Hatch though of the quest.

Raised away from the Dragonborn, Hatch was always an outsider. The Elven school had trained the hatchling almost from birth, and so great skill and knowledge were part of the toolkit which Hatch would use in this endeavour. Through learning and great study, in candlelight and the heat of the day, Hatch never ceased in training and searching. Stories of the Dragonborn were like precious gems found in some deep mine. All of these Hatch treasured and embroidered. Now knowledge of Dragonborn was  to play a crucial part.

"They won't be impressed with just anyone, of course you would have to have achieved something", the old man had said. And of course that made total sense. Hatch could see that - Dragonborn are the best, they are legendary. It wouldn't matter to them if this you going was to simply turn up, no! Their must be tales to tell, great deeds to sing of! The Dragons Eye...

Hatch had almost laughed having never heard of it, but the old man had persisted "Oh yes! The Eye is yours for the taking. A legendary artefact, whoever can find such a thing could rule over all Dragons themselves. You use first make your way to Baldur's Gate where the order were last known to operate. One of your learning might be able to make sense of the ancient riddle, and with your, we, scales, they may even tell you some secrets.

"The Eye" Hatch muttered quietly, shedding the gleaming blade with a sigh. If only I can retrieve it then I will have earned my right to be amongst my people once more"