Tournament Arc: White Egg (9)

As [The Silver Elf] gracefully maneuvered through the Tournament, [The Merchant] observed her every move with keen interest. He saw the potential for a mutually beneficial partnership, one where he could leverage her unique abilities for his own gain. But he also understood the risks that came with such power—a power that could just as easily turn against him if not handled with care.

And, last but not least, there was the [Crimson Death], a dragonborn from the Draconic Valley. There was no value in the [Merchant]'s knowledge of the Crimson Death, because anything he knew about the hatchling with the blood of the Dragon God, everyone else knew. That's just how strong she was. There were too many achievements to pick out but the most remarkable one would be how she'd eaten a god's flesh, an arm of the Metal God, and ever since, anything metal - she was completely immune to. And, she was still but a hatchling, at least in draconian term.