"Yes, you may join me, and accompany me home. My father might be interested in meeting you, I suppose" Kos replied as an odd sound blew in on the wind. It sounded like a strange, echoing howl. Kos drew his sword and turned around to face it, coming face to face with a spectral dragon, a transparent being, glowing white. It was not a particularly large being, only about twice the size of a horse. The creature was not very old when it died. Before any of them could speak, it addressed all of them.

"You who have landed on these shores, know that great treasure awaits, but none of you is entitled to it. It matters not what your motives are in coming here, for the spirits who inhabit this place guard their hordes as fiercely in death as they once did in life. My duty is to eternally warn would-be plunderers away from this island, and now, you have been warned."

Kos snorted at that, and gave a brief, derisive laugh.

"And what of the wealth taken by the dragons? Most of the treasure here was stolen, extorted, or coerced out of the subjects that these dragons lorded over. And this gold does no good for anyone just lying around. We're not here to steal, but to take some things back, including some ancient books and scrolls my stepmother said were originally looted from the most ancient of dracon temples, placed here by the archmages who made our species millennia ago."