Duststorm

You pick up the slab with words carved into it outside a den and begin reading:

Tablet - Amber
Name - Duststorm
Age - Older than the Dawn of the Tribes
Other - Her aging is bound to the Tribes- she will not age until the Tribes are gone, yet she is not immortal, just immune to aging. Her thoughts, in the form of whispers and sometimes even amber-coloured hands, come out of her. She has long since stopped trying to lie. However, she is hard to fool. She has seen much suffering and has tried to put an end to it all- with a few sacrifices, of course. She would love to see what is beyond the Tribe's territories, but alas, she is bound to the Tribes. Everyday she hoping to meet another dragon that is not part of the Tribes, but being so far away from other civilisations, the Tribes rarely get any visitors. Aided by the rest of the Earth Tribe, us, she can only wait for the day someone receives the letters with directions that we scattered, flying with the wind, floating with the water, buried under the earth, and so on.