"We thought that char and ash was all we would find in the dragon's wake, but we didn't know it had left behind a piece of itself as well... Its shadow. Wreathed in ashes and fire, it rose forth from the smoldering ruins of the garrison, mimicking the dragon that left it; but without a shape of its own. Our weapons passed though the smoke of its body with no effect, and then it began an burn us like the dragon who left it did to the last regiment who was here." The scarred veteran tells you, holding out the blackened stump that was his arm. Instinct: to mimic a dragon

• Consume a charred corpse and regenerate
• Breathe forth smoke and fire