Sleeping Dragon They will never even find what is left of you

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It wasn't a long wait for Uleön, who was met by a tough looking female shortly after she called. The old crone sought her eyes immediately, and after identifying the dull shade in them she shifted her gaze away to avoid misconceptions. She was not going to defy anyone today, no, she had to earn that right with time. Instead of lingering on her eyes, her own mahogany ones inspected her strong frame and scarred skin. Impressive a sight.

"Uleön," offered the older woman with a flat tone. "The Dragon inside your mountain compels me," she admitted, pointing with her long snout at the peak, and the grey column of smoke coming out of it. "Is there fire?" asked the crone curiously, wondering whether there was dangerous activity in the volcano. Often smoke meant nothing more than smoke, but it was always a good idea to be cautious around a sleeping beast as such.

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