"Each of those ogres has the strength of six men," Imrik said. "Remember there are at least 100 of them dotted around that city. They alone could rip us to shreds if we weren't careful."<br/><br/>"I bring visitors to see King Val'than," Kara shouted to the ogres on the wall. "By dragonkin law I can bring anyone I choose here." For a moment there was complete silence from the wall until a tall cloaked figure appeared from behind two of the ogres. "I have his father's relic, the one taken by the Fallen centuries ago."<br/><br/>"You may pass," the figure shouted out to them, turning to utter something to one of the two ogres who disappeared down the steps behind the wall.<br/><br/>"Val'than?" Muroe asked. "I thought it was Storm..."<br/><br/>"Stormrider is his human name," Kara replied. "If you said that name to the ogres or his herald and they wouldn't know who you meant. Val'than is his dragon name." She guided them over the wall, where they were met by an extraordinary sight. Hundreds of dragons of all shapes, sizes and ages dotted the ground, from fearsome mothers guarding clutches of eggs to younger dragons making haf-hearted attempts to fly and some even performing basic magic. A space had been created in the centre for them to land, where a vanguard of Dragon Ogres awaited them. "Welcome to the lost city of the Dragonkin," Kara said to those on her back as she landed. "You are the first humans to visit here in nearly a millenia."