Ferath, known better as Frostbite, dragon of the Icy Wastes. As cold as the frozen lands he inhabits, he takes little interest in the outside world. He did once stir himself to fight alongside the cadre of dragons known as the Seven, bringing about the breaking of the Old Empire but even before the dust had settled he was returning south, telling the black dragon Bloodbane he was more than welcome to crown himself Emperor if that was the game he wanted to play, so long as Frostbite's lands were left in peace. Thinking countless miles of ice, snow and permafrost a poor prize, the other dragon agreed but had he known the secrets of the wastes, the treasure-hungry beast may have reconsidered for they hold in their icy heart the ruins of a forgotten civilisation and incredible treasures of ancient knowledge and terrible power. Which Frostbite isn't going to tell anyone about.
Yet while the dragon sits in his frozen city lair and counts his treasure the world moves on and it's only a matter of time before someone, somewhere takes an interest in what may be hidden in the frozen South...

Aaand yeah, just setting up for yet another story I'll probably never get around to writing.