Inuart stands at a precipice in the ground, overlooking a battlefield below. He is prepared to take off towards a destination strange and nameless. Alongside him rests a dragon of great stature, mighty strength, and stout black scales that shine like satin. The beast's tail scourges around crudely. It pats the earth loudly, producing a thin smog. The red haired man looks back to the sound of pattering footsteps, and he so begins to speak.

"Who are you, and why have you come here? Do you attempt to take the goddess's life?"

His shoulders tense. The man clamps his fists together with ironclad tautness, and he turns his head up toward his dragon, both pairs of eyes held on you.