In the swirling vortex that is the portal, I wait, as I am taken to the place where we are to meet the dragon. I see, out of the corner of my eye, a swirl of color in the blackness. It draws nearer, until it finally fills my whole vision. I feel something solid land on my feet, and I see the others that have already arived.
I examine the walls, the floor, the ceiling, the impressive sight of a fully prismatic cave. My eyes wander over the indomitable pile of treasure, and notice the form of a dragon, one the likes of which I had never seen in my life, I've seen every other type of dragon, and was good friends with a few, but never one of this stature.
I knew the general customs to addressing a dragon, and diddn't want to risk this ones temper. I bent my body low, and kneeled on the ground, saying, in a humble voice, "My pleasure to meet you, dragon of prismatic beauty." I continued, standing, "My name is Vahn, but some call me the Grin Reaper."
I walked over to one of the almost incorporeal chairs, and with a slight bow to the dragon, I took a seat, asking, "So how is it you come to live in such a place?"