Viggo made it out alive— barely— thanks to his new companion, the Skrill. But after all that had happened, he had to go under. It was strange, not being the dragonhunter he'd always been, not having his men or his ship, not feeling this grudge against the dragonkind..

It's only him and his winged companion, whom he'd given the name Maurader. Life could be quite ironic; a man who hated dragons and a dragon who hated men, fighting side by side.

Both him and Maurader were seriously injured, with nowhere to go. It felt like hours since the Skrill flew them out of the carnage. Viggo fell unconcious on Maurader's back and despite being injured himself, the loyal reptile searched everywhere for help, its wings tiring until he could barely keep himself above the trees, abdomen scraped by their thick crowns. Its tired eyes picked up on movement— you.

Needless to say, it was both horrifying and surprising to find a Skrill landing in front of you, for both you and your dragon. The red blood contrasted with its lavender scales and as its head lowered, accompanied by a shaking exhale through widened nostrils. A man fell from the beast's back, his body hitting the floor with a dull thud.

As you came closer, your dragon nearing the Skrill and communicating intend in body language and soft growls or hums, you found a heavily injured but breathing man, who barely managed to sit up.

"Dragons are fascinating creatures, aren't they?" That hoarse voice sounded like his vocal cords had been attacked by a feral cat, one of his hands lifting in surrender as the other one kept its place on the ground to support his muscular torso. Despite the gesture, you clearly saw the sword and dagger on him. "Please, I mean no harm. If you could assist me, I," he swallowed softly and gasped for air, "I would really appreciate that."