Spike would never have thought he would see a building crafted with architectural intent in the Dragon Lands, a fortress of polished obsidian dotted with piles of ash pooling on its various buttresses and terraces. Thick walls a hundred feet tall curtained around a massive, rounded tower keep, domed except in the centre where a thinner section of the building extended like an outstretched finger. A tall, curled horn sat visible between several pillars supporting a pointed roof atop this protrusion. It shone like a beached white spotted whale before the midday sun. Its pale white surface speckled with gold. 