The old dragon known as Vermithor, let out a bellow as he curled up in the pit of darkness that he has chosen to call his home. His eyes shutting as he rested, his tail swaying briefly.

Vermithor's nap was interupted as he heard a deep rumble, his eyes opening as he lifted his large head to look around. Vermithor let out a small puff of fire to light up his surroundings.

Vermithor's gaze set on another dragon, the beast having been clambering down the stone walls towards his place of rest. Vermithor let out a snarl of warning in response.