On the other side of the ruins, a large creature could be seen sifting through a pile of rubble, white crystalline scales gleaming in the sun's rays which pierced through the cloud cover above. Finally finding something of interest, the crystal dragon let out a contented hum and picked up a glittering necklace of gold that shone brightly in her just as sparkly sharp talons. Tucking it away into a large burlap sack, Zy'raxas continued her search for other nice trinkets and items of value or magical interest.
Half an hour passed, the ancient dragon having found at least a couple more items of note. Deciding to look elsewhere in the neglected ruins, she spread her large crystalline wings and prepared to take off to another part of the Fell, the sack clutched in her talons. She didn't get too far however, before seeing a lone humanoid figure sitting cross-legged on the ground, writing something in a journal, quill clutched in her fingers with bottle of ink laying beside her. Circling around the area a few times, giving the person plenty of time to look up and see her, Zy'raxas after her fifth sweep of the particular section she was in, took that moment to land, dust and dirt being stirred up in her landing. The dragon wasn't too far away from the elf-human woman, but not too close to be considered invading personal space or accidentally frightening the other traveler either. But the woman would no doubt see her, as a large creature such as Zy'raxas was a bit difficult to miss as it were.
Looking around, tapping her claws upon debris-covered ground, the crystal dragon brought her draconic gaze forward again to take note of what the woman was doing at this time. "A place of true historical riches and wonders, is it not?" the dragon asked the half-elven woman, a curious look in her reptilian yellow eyes.