Lair

Lair: An abandoned temple to a long-lost god sits high amongst the mountaintops, enveloped by white, billowing clouds. The setting is serene and peaceful. The temple walls stand high and unbroken, and the many statues of men and women seem to slowly dance and sway, emanating comfort. There are several smooth, polished marble pews where anyone can sit. In the center of the temple proper, are grand Colossel doors to the dragon's lair.
As you approach the great doors that stand at the end of the hallway, a pair of dwarves detach themselves from the walls (or so it would seem) to bar your way. "Greetings," one of them calls out to you in Common. "Have you business with the lord of the temple today?"
They are clad in bright mithral full plate, and carry mithral shields. One bears a fine warhammer, the other a gleaming dwarven waraxe. A voice on the other side of the doors sounds in deep, pleasant tones that seem to fill the very air with reassurance. "Ah, visitors from afar! Do come in and stay a while!" One of the doors swings soundlessly open.