The dragon's head rested on its front claws with its eyes firmly shut. The golden scales gleamed faintly as it reflected the light on the glowing stone in the Half-Elf's hand.
Although there were signs of rot here and there, the body was mostly intact, making Lux unable to determine how long the Dragon had been dead.
"This is an Ancient Golden Dragon." Keoza's confident voice echoed faintly inside the cavern. "If I have to make an estimate, it has been dead for only two to three hundred years."
"Do you know him?" Lux asked.
"No," Keoza replied. "I have been away from Karshvar Draconis for hundreds of years, and yet, I don't know who this dragon is despite the fact that he is older than me. Perhaps, he is a vagabond who chose to return to this place in order to look for his final resting place."
Keoza's words were solemn as if he was paying tribute to the dead Dragon, whose name he didn't know.