Talan
A very loud and very threatening roar signaled Talan's arrival into the main hall as he glided in and his wings folded neatly and tightly against his sides. He didn't know why he was here, but again that voice inside his head calling itself his survival instincts wouldn't shut up about safety in numbers. If that wasn't enough Talan was tired of having his den constantly attacked by those seeking to kill him and use his body for merchandise or some foolish pursuit for immortality.
"A whole bunch of idiots if anyone asks me." He growled as he walked through the halls searching for any signs of the other members of this so called clan.
More than likely unlike the rest of the dragons already here he was probably the most cynical and dangerous considering how little he tolerated being around other people. Though if being around others of his own kind kept him alive, and he was able to find a female to mate with then all the more reason for him to stay.
"Anyone alive in here or is this some sick joke to lure unsuspecting dragons to their doom?" He called irritatedly through out the halls hoping that his voice would carry far enough for anyone who wasn't deaf could hear him and at least have the common decency to greet him.