Hybernation [Bonus]

Sometime later:

The dragon stood on top of a tall cliff overseeing a still green valley under him. Blue magma was flowing around his black scales, slowly reforming his armour. He looked down from the cliff, his eyes falling on the small group of his minions.

The scaly kobolds knelt all over the forest, their heads touching the ground. Before them, a much smaller group of his craftsman stood with eyes filled with expectations.

The dragon finally opened his mouth, his voice booming across the valley, "Mortals, today I will give you a choice! Take my blood and serve me as immortal, ageless beings, or refuse it and serve me until you die of old age."

The dragon's gaze swept through his minions.

Immediately one woman stepped out of the group and fell on her knees, "Your Highness, please give me eternal youth. I never want to become old!"