"So you came," An old voice filled the air as Athtar, the emperor of the Ehevell, arrived at a range of truly massive mountains. Their peaks seemingly having no end, and their caverns connecting the subterrain and surface. Sprawling as far as the eye could see.
Athtar landed and transformed back into his elven form. Having taken the form of an alicorn for the journey, the place having no teleportation halls and in fact, dimensional magic of any kind was impossible to use here.
"Sirius, how are you old friend," Athtar greeted the massive dragon whose claw was bigger than the average man.
"Ever the same. It is always a joy to watch the young ones grow," Sirius replied while looking to the distance where a few dragonlings were playing around one of the lower peaks.
