Ancalagon inhales deeply, and says, "I found a truely beautiful site for a lair for any red dragon, I think. What about you Raura, would this be a good place to make a lair?"<br/><br/>Ignoring the lavawrights in turn, he moves across the cavern, taking in the sights, realizing he is an ancient red dragon, acting like a wyrmling, but does not care. It is amazing what you care about, when you have enough natural magic to level a small kingdom, he mused He continued to head even deeper into the volcano, trying to discover the source of the flames. After all, if something is whispering about an ally of the flame being here, he wanted to find it.