Anneliese smiled kindly at the other young woman. "No. I'm from Ing'tasa, a poor village that is located not far from here, actually. I married a sea merchant and moved to Silanos. He was killed upon his ship..by thieves. The King took me in as I vowed to serve justice to any that dared to go against the law. I worked hard for my title. That is the only reason I am not still in Ing'tasa." She fell silent, her eyes watching Richter from behind. "And you, Sir Richter? Where are you from?"
Anneliese was curious about her companions though she hoped she wasn't bothering them too badly. She was unsure of how much time had passed but it seemed like they'd been upon the road for a very long time. It couldn't be much longer before they would reach Drach. She knew that any they asked about the Dragon would be hesitant to speak of him. Most feared the creatures and preferred to simply ignore the fact that they still roamed the world. To think that this Dragon they sought was their only hope. What had the world come to? "I believe that I can see Drach from here. Should we perhaps start at the local shops? Then we can meet back at the inn for the night. What do you two think?"
The young woman was silent, allowing her companions to speak. She still couldn't believe that they were hunting a Dragon. She could remember the first she heard the King speak of it. She'd nearly laughed at him before remembering her place. Honestly, though, she was so curious about the creature. Her eyes fell to Richter once again. He was a strange one. Though, she rather liked him all ready. He was polite and kind and had yet to anger her, which was saying something. She smiled, glad of both her companions. She couldn't imagine anyone better.
Far off in the wilderness, a large cliff was located. It was here that the lone Dragon remained. For many long years he'd been slumbering, happy in his mountains of gold that he'd hoarded. He still slept, unaware of his impending visitors. As he slept, he dreamed of the time before his kind had fallen ill. It had been a wonderous time. All the races had loved one another. There had been no fighting, no pain. This was a time that the Dragon wished deep down in his heart would come once again. However, that would not happen with Ethron ruled the skies. Yet, all Ilfirinon currently cared about was his hoard of gold. He was slowly getting paranoid. He feared that someone would come, intent on taking his treasures. He felt terrible for any that dared venture into his domain.