Drifa the White dragon, scourge of Stormcrag, looks down at you from her perch atop her hoard. Her enormous blue eyes, as large as a shield, blink slowly and lazily as her deep, harmonious voice speaks to you of how she was the victim, how this is all just compensation. With every word she breathes, you can feel the temperature drop as her icy breath sends crystals of snow across your face. Instinct: To hoard

• Unleash a torrent of icy breath
• Lie about her motivations