Naralia's Clan

There is a small cave, tucked away in the Reedcliff Ascent. Icicles hang from the ceiling, and gems of all colors sparkle brilliantly in the walls.
They say that no sane Wind dragon approaches, that your soul will be lost among the earth if you go there.
Isn't it time to find out if what they say is true?
There is a passageway in the cave, leading deeper into the earth. Following it, you are lost among a labyrinth of passages and caverns. Gems twinkle at you, giving off a faint light.
A sudden breeze hits you, and you are approached by a shadowy figure. "Hmph. So you dared descend into the Caves? Some would say that is foolish, but really it is quite brave of you."
The light from the stones grows brighter, and you can see that the speaker is an orange Guardian, her eyes sparkling with laughter.
"So, my friend. You want a cup of tea or something?"
The breeze grows gentle, and it wraps around you and the Guardian.
By now you are already lost.

Here, the wind always blows bitter-sweet.