Dunvar

"Placing my hands on either side of the chest, I felt a warmth begin to stir. It gathered in my palms, then spread slowly, like a tingling, to the tips of my fingers. A subtle vibration, like the tremor of warm air, drifted towards the eggs as though to caress their surface."

Master of forgotten lands, Dunvar watches over the memory of stones that time has failed to erase.

This egg shows a black and sand colour gradient, evoking the slow passage of time over mineral expanses, enhanced by subtle reflections that highlight its texture. 

This model features scales pointing downwards.