[h1]Balerion[/h1]

Balerion passed under the large rock archway into the Lonely Mountain. The entrance way was grand, able to let pass even the tallest and largest of dragons with utter ease. The mighty hallways were also wide, enough so that Balerion could walk without hinder for he was quite the wide dragon due to the vast size of his wings. As he pressed on, following Smaug into his home he couldn't help, but gaze at all the gold and fine jewels that seemed to be literally everywhere. Countless hills of gold coins, sparkling gemstones that were as if Balerion was staring at billions of stars, valuable trinkets scattered in between famous weapons and armour of old. Smaug's treasure horde was truly monstrous and it seemed to never end. Balerion however was not here to view at Smaug's gold. He was here for conversation...

Balerion would walk to Smaug's side as the two peered out at the endless ocean of gold. He turned his neck towards him and asked, "Is it true then? Did you truly join Drumagth's rebellion against The Order of the Black Rose?" Balerion waited for his reply, not knowing if what Drumagth told him earlier today said was true or not.