The cave had a smell, not unpleasant like the corpses on the path, but something that reminded me of the temples of Seigradh, the smoky tones of dracaena and cinnabar, mixed with something that I could not put a name to. It surprised me that a dragon’s cave would smell of incense. But then, what had I expected it to smell like? Sulphur, char and burnt corpses? I imagined that the stench was as offensive to dragon’s noses as it was to mankind’s.
Several meters in, there were smaller caves to either side. One contained an upholstered chair and table, and shelves of leatherbound books, another held chests and bolts of luxurious fabrics, many with gold or silver thread, and the finest muslin. A bed was within another, nearer to the main cavern, decadently dressed in furs and silks. What use did a dragon have for a man-sized bed? I wondered.