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[i]Arcades' wide yawn is a definite sign of his agreement. After resuming his natural size, the dragon curls up and falls asleep soon after closing his eyes. The firelight creates quite a light show refracted off his scales, casting rainbows and phantoms along the trees and ground.
In the old dragon's unconcious mind, memories play over and over of the events in his youth. Particularly of a time when the Gold Dragon's lair was attacked swiftly and brutally by a combined force of Red and Black chromatic dragons. Arcades himself and a handful of others made their escape to start their own lair, and his memories have always tugged at the back of his mind, where he locked them away.
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