"I cannot speak for the other colors, myself," the eldest gold says. "But you are welcome to examine our area, at leisure. And please, come with me. I think you've traumatized our young long enough," he says, scowling. Draiss will notice a cursory detection reveals that, like the green he met before, these golds are neither good nor evil aligned.<br/><br/>Once they've settled into another cave, with just Draiss and the elder male, he starts to explain the rather long story, that mostly evolved from a series of gross misunderstandings, careful negotiations from the chromatics, and poor negotiation skills, as well as a far less unified front, from the metallics. While they are untied, now, by necessity, they used to be as scattered, as any dragons, while, at the time, the chromatics, in fact, banded together, to spread their version of events, over the past several thousand years.