"Psst... you. Yeah, you! I've got a secret to tell ya. You gotta keep this one quiet, though, because they'll kill ya if'n you know about it. Who? Dragons, of course!
"Word is that when most dragons are close to death, the make a pilgrimage to this place called Dragonfall, where their bones are laid to rest with those of their kin, regardless of color or creed. There they wait, for the gods only know what reason. This is no ordinary boneyard, though—oh no. It's watched over by ferocious protectors who slay any who so much as lay eyes on it. Rumor has it that most of these wyrms take all of the treasure with 'em when they die, piling it up into one gigantic horde. That'd be enough scratch for you and me to buy ourselves a crown or two, eh? Of course, I'm not sure I can tell ya without getting a bit of coin in return. For my wife and kids you see... this secret is about all we have. I think a thousand gold crowns should be enough." —Conversation with a shifty beggar in the alleys of Kaer Maga
