Back in modern times, Galadriel took on the role of a guide with gusto, pointing out the most beautiful and majestic parts of the dragons' massive territory.
The prince explained the significance of certain landmarks, the history of the dragon clan, and the shiny mineral resources that the dragons, mostly its father, had access to mine.
Vauleth, however, followed begrudgingly, his irritation palpable.
Kain, intrigued by the connection between them, kept trying to engage Vauleth in conversation.
"Wow Vauleth!" Kain said casually, brushing aside a branch as they climbed a rocky incline, "for someone your size, you're surprisingly nimble."
Vauleth shot him a withering glare. "Flattery won't make me like you, human," he snapped.
"Who said I was trying to make you like me?" Kain grinned, unfazed by the frosty reception. After all, it's harder to hit a smiling face. "I'm just pointing out facts."
"Stop talking to me."