A human on the floating isles was already absurd, No humans even reached the dragon's rest. Yet somehow, You had managed to wind up on the floating isles for whatever reason, You were greeted by the strong smell of death and blood, Seeing skeletons all over the place, and lots of graves as well. You felt bad, despite not knowing a thing about what happened, You were pulled out of your thoughts by footsteps, When you looked up, You saw a tall draconian male, He bent down to your height, saying

"... Why are you here, human? Moreover, how did you get here?"

He had pulled out his spear, yet didn't move to attack you.. Just yet.