And Luceris would see a long path that had a slight downward slope, and curved to the left into what seemed to be the entrance to a large chamber. From inside, there could be heard a loud, coarse scraping noise, almost like rocks smashing together. After each strike, there was a crumbling sound as well. The ruckus continued for another thirty seconds before it suddenly stopped. There was a pause, then something not unlike a snort, before the clacking of talons contacting the ground echoed through the short cavern.<br/><br/>From around the corner snaked a head that was most definitely, and to the vast majority of things, horrifyingly draconic. The features that could be seen were far less rough than what one may have expected from a white dragon, however. A smooth plate went from the tip of its snout up to just before its brow, from which jutted a pair of horns that, were they not curved, would have been perfect for making a heavy lance. Long spines trailed in varying lengths from just behind the horns, shortening to almost nonexistence along the bottom of the jaw, and lengthening again at the chin almost like some kind of scaly goatee, all of the spines held together by a feathery membrane that almost made it look like something between a lizard's crest and a mermaid's tail fin. A great frill went from the top of its head and ran down its neck, not unlike a mohawk. Eyes that looked to be giant, almond-shaped pools of quicksilver stared intently in Luceris' direction, and its dracoinc lips betrayed no presence of teeth; this, most surely, was not the white dragon that was suspected by the townsfolk.<br/><br/>There was another sniff. Then, the dragon spoke, its voice smooth as ice-cold glass, "<span style="color: gray">Know you are there, I do, though I cannot see you. Wanderer, what are your intentions, pray tell?</span>" The dragon's voice was almost human, and sounded distinctly feminine, but deep, like a contralto opera singer.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>