Tales enumerate of a Dragon whose scales were made of silver. One of a altruistic nature, descending from the heavens excreting forth irreproachable fire toward those which abrade the land. A few local stories even claim this dragon though as geriatric if not older then the settlement itself could talk. According to these stories in a cavern somewhere on a imminent mountain the dragon slumbered. Recoiling patiently for an ancient malfeasance to return. In which case it would awaken to defend the realms. Most consider this story to be nothing more then mere communal tales. But every so often a dragon slayer would venture into these mountains. Never to be heard from again.

Of late many have ventured into the middle of nowhere aspiring after this fable dragon of lore. For recently it had awoken and the volume of stories had begun to multiply, venturing far passed this quaint little villages grasp. Into the very heartlands of the realms. No doubt this would prove a coaxing story and target for most. However this dragon had little placidity for slayers and thieves alike. He wanted nothing more then inner tranquility as well as to look after the land which was alleged to him. If any would pass by this town of late they would find it to be animated. For the locals dauntlessly claim without fear of appearing to be anarchical that the dragon was real. And in fact a week ago he amassed within the town square to speak with the elders.

Whether or not anyone would surmise their far fetched tale was of no criticality to the silver eyed dragon. He knew this was the serenity preceding the storm. And soon he would hear the call and ride into battle with his fellow blood. Presuming any were left that is. For though he ululated out into the night skies. He has yet to hear a reply. It seems that the times have converted. The era of dragon charging sky seems to have faded. And in it's place man and the other races had amalgamated their reach. Deep down inside this burden the silver eyed dragon .

Such convictions would course through it's mind as it encircled the mountain. Keeping an ever vigil eye. Occasionally it would roar, penetrating the sound barrier as it perched itself against the mountain top. Waiting for a reply. And each time only deafness did petition him. Finally after doing this for hours and boldly affirming its existence. The silver scaled dragon would land on the thicken earth. dawdling into the cavern, evaporating from sight as it lounged within the old ruins buried deep underneath the belly of stone. There within the heart of a city forlorn and wrangled by time he would wait. His gaze piercing the influence of stone as it gazed out into the ample wilderness.

If one had any knowledge of dragons they would immediately notice that this one was old. And the older a dragon was canonically the more imperious. "Svaklar kwi ivah, svaklar tepoha wux gethrisja? Ui wer darastrix miirik ssejinw? Mi si chikohk ekess nomeno haurach?" he would bellow in the ancient argot as he lied his head. Getting his daily hour of rest before carrying on his obligations.