Asanjus' wings beat the air as he flew, heading past the white clouds which filled the bright blue sky. For all of the beauty of his flight, he could not help but to remember the purpose of his trip. His ancestor, the great gold dragon Galinor, was dying at last. With his passing, it seemed that the empire he had built would die with him, that it might be torn apart in a horrible war. None of that was on his mind at the moment. No. Like so many of his species, Asanjus was concerned about getting what he could from this situation. Territory to add to his kingdom, gold for his hoard, maybe even some magic items. The old one had over 7500 years to acquire wealth, even if a few centuries of that time were spent in hibernation. Surely, there would be something in it for him.