When they reached the top, they would hear a low and consistant rumble. It wasn't exactly loud, but as if the earth was just waking up, about to at any moment roll into a crusendo. The mouth of the cave was wide, the exterior covered in moss and vines. The Pearl Dragon, it seemed, had been taking his nap for a while.
"He's asleep," Gumi said. "If we're prudent, he won't wake up. If we're lucky. Well."
Gumi chuckled. Fighting another dragon would be fun, she asumed.
"Before we go in, I really ought to tell you what we are looking for," she instructed her giant. "We need one of his scales. Not just his normal white ones, but they look different. Many colored. You'll see. He apparently keeps a loose ones piled up somewhere, who knows with dragons. We're getting one. Are we clear?"