The tavern is loud as some of the army soldiers flood in. Important members of the army, including the General Evris all quickly make conversation. One, however, seems to stick to the back.

A younger dragon, with a frown etched onto his handsome face, slinks into the shadows, nursing a mug of mead. His blue eyes seem to scan the crowd before they meet another dragon.

As the two stare at each other, the young man quickly averts his gaze.