Once there was a city built upon the bones of a beast. One that was said to have slept beneath the mountains since the time of the Gods. She had waited as the grass grew, and the forests bloomed, as humanity learnt to till the soil and farm the land. She waited as empires rose and nations crumbled, as anger turned to violence and war became genocide; that was until two years ago: until something changed.   This is the story of those who fought that beast, the story of those who came after; those who built a city and the nations that desired it, those who challenged the dungeon growing beneath its' street, those who traded the rarest gifts that dungeon could provide, this is the story of the dragons' bones and the man who came to find them, mine them, and make his fortune.   This is his story, and trust me; it will change the world.