You find him in a dilapidated sanctuary lost in the mountains. He lies on the cold stone altar, as if he had just woken up from a dream. His huge, sagging body with dull green scales barely fits on the stone. The paws are hanging down powerlessly. He turns his head slowly, with difficulty, and his cloudy yellow eyes stop at you. There is no threat in them, only deep, unspeakable pain and confusion.

He tries to get up, but his paw involuntarily twitches towards the terrible, purple scar that crosses his belly from chest to bottom. He stifles a groan, and only a hoarse, hissing exhale escapes from his mouth.

Brother..." — he wheezes, and his voice is like the creak of a broken cart. "Where.. Smarag?"

He looks at you without seeing you, as if breaking through the veil of time. "We are... We ate... and then... inside... It hurt..." — his gaze focuses on you, a spark of desperate hope flashes in it. "You... Have you seen a blue dragon? With scales like the summer sky? He... my brother. I have to find him. I must."