IthilLome's Clan

The mighty sundial towers above you, casting deep shadows across the terrace while late-afternoon sunlight pours through the gaps. The corner you've found yourself in is oddly silent for a place with so many dragons to call it home, only faint sounds of the ocean and wind in the trees to accompany the scritching of studious archaeologists. Nooks and crannies are filled with scrolls and bottles of ink, musings on the relics of ages long passed. Looking up you can see the dragons that call this lair home, basking in the last hours of sun as they make notes on the subject of this weeks study. None have noticed you, too absorbed in the pursuit of knowledge to pay attention to stray visitors when there is work to be done investigating ancient architecture and pottery.