[He's a traveler, a hiker... but definitely not lost. He's been searching for so long. It feels like years he's been searching, for dragons - dragons he can find before anyone else in his family, before they could all be killed off and hunted. So when he climbs up this particular mountain cliff face, reaches the top and hears that rumbling, he isn't sure if he's mishearing things and being hopeful - or if his search is finally over.]
[He checks his compass, glances down at the map he's carrying with him. Okay, maybe he was lying about the lost thing. He's not entirely sure where he is, but if it means he's gotten to where he was searching, then all the better. As he approaches the cave, he feels that heat... and it makes him even more hopeful. This would be the place where a dragon would stay, right? It's far enough away, isolated enough, large enough for any treasure it could be guarding.]
[Cautiously, he climbs his way over the rubble there, peering inside into the darkness, ready to dodge away if anything were to attack him.]