The three dragons made their way through several halls. Eventually, they came to a huge set of golden doors, even larger than the ones whch adorned the front entrance

"He's in there. I'll lead you two in" Pura said. At her touch, the doors swung open, gradually opening. The hall was quite different from most of the palace, with light brown walls and a light brown floor. In all likelihood, this was the original color of the mountain's stone. Stepping in, Asanjus felt truly small for the first time since he was a youngling. The cavern was vast, with a ceiling over a kilometer in the air. Several dragons were milling bout, as were hundreds of kobolds going about their various chores and routines.

At the center of this colossal chamber was Galinor himself. Dominating the center of the room, he lay on his stomach on a vast cushion made of finest samite and filled with some kind of soft material which could still comfortably support his vast weight. The gold dragon gave off an impression of power and serenity, yet it was clear that he was not well. Many of his scales were flaking off, giving his golden skin a mottled look, and his horns and claws were chipped, as if failing to fully heal from a previous injury. He also looked quite tired, even though he had been resting there for quite a long time.

The three of them approached him. Asanjus bowed, and Galnior returned the gesture with a curt nod.

"Please, let us not stand on ceremony. You are welcome here. There is much for me to tell you, but my time is short."