However, that would require ignoring the dragon in the room. Meranax lay across what could only be described as a chaise longue. Carved out of the rock itself, the edges were gilded with real gold and the ‘lining’ of the immense longue seemed to have been made out of actual rubies, fused together into a single solid surface along all the curves and edges. Meranax herself was an immense dragon of darkly shining green scales. Eyes of piercing gold stared down at him, the sclera shot through with green tinged veins. Her wings were draped along her side rather than being neatly folded at her back, with the foreclaws linked at her collarbone, making a cloak of her own wings. She wasn’t the biggest dragon Spike had ever seen in the Dragonlands, but after looking around at her horde, she was probably the richest.