Justin survives on cheap ale and tavern gambling in the capital's lower district, dismissed by the entire kingdom as a useless vagrant who squandered his youth. In truth, he is the last surviving scion of the legendary Dragon Rider order, deliberately hiding his apocalyptic martial core beneath a drunken facade to evade royal inquisitors.
When barbaric warlords breach the capital gates during the royal succession ceremony and royal champions fall in panic, the court Archmage identifies Justin's true lineage. Dropping his flask, Justin summons his dormant draconic mount from the mountain peaks, sweeping across the battlefield to restore justice and claim his ancestral destiny.
