NumaLau's Lair

Marching further in, clawed walls turning from a cramped hallway to a spacious atrium, you find the Matriarch peacefully rumbling in her sleep. The air sticks more to your skin in this chamber, humid with the natural stench of dragons. It's not uncomfortable, you tell yourself in vain. Moving past the Matriarch, you suddenly find your legs swamped by two infant Guardians, chasing one another in peaceful bliss before they snake around your form and pounce each other to the ground.