The Exile.  My self imposed home to protect all from me.  The Dragons fly here knowing the protection of my isle.  I see them from the top of the Mound outside my tower.  They leave me to myself for they know me now and know I harm not them or their nests.  I raised it from the volcanic ore under the ocean and through the centuries it has flourished with the rich dirt from the ocean floor and the volcanic debris.  The spells of Illusion maintain the barren look from those who may, by accident only, venture to near.
Invitation to enter