You follow the gorge further along trying to find a way down. After some time you find a bridge spanning the gorge. On either side of the bridge are seated large stone lionesses, their leonine faces depicted with eyes closed, relaxed as though they are dozing in the sun. Each is easily as tall as that yourself, and carved of a warm grey stone.
On the far side you can see a walkway carved into the rock that leads down the gorge wall.
As you crossing the bridge sways slightly in the wind that washes down the gorge but the planks underfoot are stout and the woven ropes strong, you find the sensation rather pleasant, like sitting on a tree branch in the wind.

The path down the gorge consists of evenly carved steps of stone, each smoothed by time and the creators hand. The thick stone bannister that runs along the outside edge of the stairs, designed to prevent any chance of stair users falling into the gorge, is carved with dragons that support the rail every few paces. Much of the stone work's detail has eroded by time but is still very fair to look upon as you make your way down the steps.

Just when your calves are about to go on strike the stairs end and you find yourself on a large open terraced balcony the stone handrail sweeps out in a large half circle that allows an excellent view of the gorge. Small bird sized dragon like species and some reptilian birds perch on the handrail, sunning themselves, or hunt for insects around the large terracotta pots of crimson flowered geraniums.
A flock of brightly coloured lizards take off as you near the terrace rail, their arm fins glinting in the sun as they scatter.
A low, rustling laugh echoes from behind you, vibrating through the floor beneath your toes and you turn to find an immense dragon watching you. Her head alone is larger than you are tall and she watches you with eyes that seem at first silver and blue then gold and green.
The dragon blinks and you shake yourself, realising with a start that the sun has moved a great deal further across the sky than it had been before you looked into her eyes.
Dragons eyes.. you'd read a warning about them in a book before but none of the other dragons you've met so far had done this with their gaze.
The dragon hood's it's eyes, allowing you to look at it without worrying abou falling into it's gaze again.
At first you are taken aback. Most if not all of the dragons you have seen in the Tir are sleek, hansome creatures with glistening hides and aerodynamic bodies but this being is... rough scaled, muddy hued and blocky. It is more like a normal bearded dragon lizard than a fantastical magical creature.
Four long horns of dull ivory crown this dragons head, like those of a long horned cow, their tips are black. Looking at you watching it the dragon's soft laugh reverberates out again and she flicks out a tongue the colour of winter shadows.
"You are thinking 'who could this unfortunate, unhansome creature be?'" The dragon says mildly, a hint of humor in her low voice and you jump guiltily because she has put to words the thought that had just skimmed across your mind.

"We older dragons are reknown for being able to skim minds" The dragon again replies to your thoughts, not bothering to wait for you to verbalise your question.
"I am Aziroth, I was here when Allanon created this place and I expect to be here when she returns"
Your jaw drops in surprise for you have heard of Aziroth... you have heard creatures of the Tir speak her name in oaths and blessing. Before you can utter more than "Aziroth?..." The dragon huffs wearily and speaks again.
"I can see 'your' Aziroth - you expect me to be purple with a mane of ice crystals and talons of gold or of some other fabulous appearance. All sparkle and glister."