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Luca M. Feygor

As the group reached the clearing their sights were all immediately greeted by the twisted shadow of a dragon. Not a typical western lizard but one of a green eastern serpentine dragon instead. Riding on top of the bond was a young woman who grinned broadly as she spotted them, seemingly leering down at them. "It took you all long enough. I was wondering when one of you would brave that thing. Still, you could just as easily walked underneath. It's wind and a little bit of rain, not a fire. The trees would have acted as a buffer against the winds, and you would have saved yourselves a great deal of hassle."

He swivelled his gaze to glance quickly at the flag’s location then craned his neck back at the group. He could feel their barely contained rage boiling over as he stood beside them, certainly this was the case at least for Suren and her fiery hell hound.

Luca spat in the dirt as the unnatural storm around them died with a final stutter, disappearing as quickly as it had started. “That’s all you’re going to say to us?” He returned, his booming voice taking on an incredulous tone. He threw a pebble up at the dragon like an angry mobster but the rock veered off wildly into growing darkness, not even coming close to where the dragon floated up in the air.

"Now what?" Another girl asked as she stroked the feathers of her bond.

“We get the flag and go back obviously,” Luca replied before stepping towards the flagpole.