For every beginning their must be an ending, and you are the ender! Expect weary wanders to comes staggering up to, charred from dragon flames, bruised and bleeding, their clothing battered and torn, laying at your feet the object of their quest before collapsing in an exhausted heap. And then you scream I said a CHARRED bone fragment, not a GNAWED bone fragment and then laugh and kick sand in his face. A fun shirt. Printed on black, 100% cotton.