Within seconds you hear a booming roar so loud that covering your ears does nothing for the sensation that is deafening them. A neck stretches out to catch you, eyes angered and body poises to attack. If it weren't for Draoth's leg standing firmly between you and the large Gold, you are quite sure you would be dinner by now.

STOP THERE!

The voice and especially the face startle you as you jump back in surprise.

Elsbith, the sands are empty and you will let us through. All the visitor wants to do is look and looking will not harm the eggs in your belly.

She snorts but lets you pass, keeping a close eye on your movements. You wonder exactly how she got here so quickly but lose the thought in the large room you enter.

If you do not have thick shoes, I should lift you to this ledge.

Draoth lifts you to a ledge at the back of the sands, bowing after the move is completed, then he backs away to keep an eye on Elsbith while she keeps an eye on you and while you keep an eye on your surroundings.

You see perches for all of the dragons here, and quite a few more all the way to the top of the ceiling that must be several stories high. You walk along the ledges to the bench covered in carved dragons with sparkling blue jeweled eyes and from here notice that even in a crowd this particular seat is close and has a good view of the entire grounds.

Draoth nods at the chair and explains.

This becomes a full and beautiful place when a hatching comes. The others fly in from that large entrance on the other side and sit on these ledges. Not only Dragons attend of course. That seat there is for the Harper himself.

Suddenly your view changes as a fuzzy object flies in through the large entrance to the grounds. As it comes nearer you realize it is Falkor, the Luck Dragon.

Hello there.

He chuckles and Draoth nods at him while Elsbith looks cross.

Would either of you mind if I took our guest out my way? Show her a little of what isn't usually seen?

Remember to come back any time you feel like visiting. Things do change around here.

Draoth smiles and bows to you, leaving through the small entrance that you notice is put in a nice spot to be the highlighted entrance from this particular angle. You assume you must be facing the center of the room.

Climb on. I won't bite.

Falkor chuckles as you carefully find a comfortable place to sit behind his head. You catch yourself wondering again if he will eat you, something in his laugh seems to catch your attention that way.