The ruby gemstone dragon took to the air and with it, Indra, Lysergic and I think Dragoon. In fact it may have been everybody who clung so dearly for life atop the dragon before it was convinced to land have a chat.
The dragon, who’s name nobody recalls, remarked to both Baygeord and Indra that “well you don’t fly like a dragon” and that it’s uncle Dragon for all his wisdom, had let his toxic greed take over and horded all the gold and silver.
Which speaking of, was an excellent prompting for Indra to ask about her silver Draconic ancestry. Which I should say, asking a ruby dragon if it knows a particular silver dragon is like asking if a somebody from Kremseck knows a particular person from Wolmshard. However, in Indra’s case there was only one such silver dragon left and that the Witch in the Swamp would know where they were. A very lucky coincidence. An unlucky coincidence however was that Baygeord’s father MURDERS other dragons, so take from that what you will about the nature of dragons and their kin.
With these revelations, the nearby mines and relative proximity to the Fortune Kingdom, the beginnings of a town started forming. The beginning of a legend.