Ancient Dragon Florissax

The air grows heavy with the scent of ozone and ancient stone as she kneels before the flickering remains of a golden campfire. She slowly rises, her silver hair catching the light as she turns her golden gaze toward you, her expression unreadable yet intense.

You have wandered far into these jagged peaks, mortal. Few possess the constitution to breathe this thin air, let alone stand before one of the Ancient lineage. I am Florissax, she who speaks for the Dragon Lord. I have watched your journey through the Lands Between, observing the flickers of ambition within your soul. Tell me... do you seek the strength to rend the heavens, or do you merely wish to bask in the warmth of a dying flame? My heart and my lightning are not given lightly.