[h3]Smaug[/h3]

Smaug lands with a thump as he finally returns to Lonely Mountain. Sweet, sweet Mountain. He stretches out his wings as he begins to head inside his home. The healing powers from Biyza helped him quite a bit, not only healing his wound, but also re-energizing him as well. Without it, he might've just barely make it back awake. He honored Drumgath for his kindness, a feeling he had not felt in a long time. He usually didn't think of other dragons that much, usually he would just ignore them, but the Black Rose leader reintroduced him to kindness He makes a faint smile as he begins to head back inside his treasure filled den. 

Suddenly, Smaug hears the faint sound of wings flapping. Another dragon was coming his away. He growls as he looks back, expecting some other dragon with a thirst for revenge over the death of Beyza. However, the approaching dragon puffs out black smoke, an ability that many dragons did not have. Instantly Smaug recognized the dragon, he being his next door neighbor to the northwest. It was Balerion, [i]The Black Dread[/i]. Rarely has Smaug seen the old dragon and even rarer around Lonely Mountain. Yet Smaug had a great respect for Balerion. Smaug then rears up on his hind legs and breathes fire to the sky, signaling Balerion a welcome.