Hugh clenched his jaw as he stood in the pavillon of tents after having defected to team green, his hands folded over his broad chest as he awaited his reward for such a thing.

Vermithor was sleeping not too far away, the old beast snoring and Hugh couldn't help but roll his eyes and approach, his hand raising to touch Vermithor before he froze.

There was another dragon, sat nearby, and it was not Tessarion, the dragon of Prince Daeron, no, this dragon was unfamiliar, unseen by Hugh, it didn't look like any of the dragons on team black and it didn't match the description of any of the dragons Hugh had heard of on team green.