She rises liquidly and stretches cat-like, remaining in the shade of a shallow cave so as not to blind you with the mercurial brightness of her silver scales.
"Welcome to Dragon's Tooth Pass and my home." Z'tsarnoth inclines her head to one side. "Here. Come, come into the shade traveller. It is far to hot to stand in the sun after such exercise." She moves to one side to make space for you.
Now you have moved into the shade and your eyes have adjusted you can see the cave behind her is bigger than you thought, the enterance is narrow but beyond, lit some how by soft daylight, you can see a reasonable sized cavern. The walls are polished smooth quartz with veins of coloured stone. Beside a large nest of branches and silk scraps there doesn't seem to be any other possessions beside a few worn silk carry-sacks, mostly patched, hanging from a jutt of stone in the wall. After a second you realise they are the same sacks the silver dragoness uses to carry Mahnon Pah'llock foals in... and the tatters of silk in her nest are probably scraps of the bags which became too weak to use and too frail to use for patching.
"Uh... very spartan..." You stammer, wondering about the emptyness of her roost. Almost all the stories you know about Dragons play upon the wealth contained in their huge hoards of jewels, magical artifacts and precious metals.
Z'tsarnoth smiles, perhaps a little sadly, and tucks her wings closer to her silvery sides.

"I spend very little time here and have never had time to collect a hoard myself." She grins slightly. "Asides, unlike many of my thicker scaled cousins I find sleeping on metal trinkets very uncomfortable." She flips her tail uneasily.
"I do have a "Treasure room'..." She murmurs shyly. "Not that there's much there... Darkhorse, Allani and a few others have given me gifts of thanks for my help acting as a carrier dragon."

She shifts her weight from foot to foot and looks at you cautiously.
"I can show you if you promise not to steal anything. Few as they are each gift, be it gem, gold or woven grasses, is of great importance to me and I shall hunt down thieves."
As you nod in agreement, knowing you would never take so much as a pebble from her without her permission, she draws a small wooden chest from a ledge and carefully opens it, showing you the few small items, a dragon cared from wht looks like ice, a wooden token like curled cat, three feathers that seem made of flame and a green marble.
She carefully replaces each and places the box back.

Z'tsarnoth lies back down on the cool stone near the mouth of the cave and indicates outside with her horns.

"Apart from heading back down the ridge,which I wouldn't personally suggest in this heat, you could always follow the range on to the Long Claw rockery where the smaller dragons and flits tend to roost or continue on to the Leather Wing gorge". The gorge leads down to the sea eventually and has many caverns where the larger dragons roost.... Or of course there's Crack Tail ridge though that's a journey and a half on foot. Or I could simply fly you down to the Meadows.