Numerous rumors surrounded the enigmatic Glirha: Drinking their blood would make one immortal, their lavender scales were as priceless as gemstones, and their meat could cure any injury or illness. Driven by prospects of vast riches, hunters combed the land, but to no avail. Another strange quality of their kind was the fact they existed within the near-imperceptible crevice between fantasy and reality. That was their one saving grace, until Incalnita brought an injured man to their dwelling.