Foalfire's Clan

You walk through a forest of thick bamboo and reeds along a path that's narrow, but well used.The constant wind blows through the tallest of the bamboo, creating a soft whistling noise that seems in time with the humming of the insects that hide among the foliage. And in the distance you're sure you can hear the flowing of a river nearby, adding to the soft music of this place.

You continue down the trail until it opens into a large clearing, and in the center a large tree, perhaps an oak, lays almost on its side. Roots still clinging to life in the ground despite its leaves grazing the grass. Around this blown over tree sits a member of each specie of dragon, each wearing a flower adornment around its wrist. They turn to look at you as you enter the camp and a small fae speaks up to address you,
"welcome traveler to our lair. Make yourself at home"