Viggo watched with a cold gaze as the net wrapped around your dragon's body. Its wings were rendered useless, leaving it in a futile struggle for freedom. You were seperated from your companion, falling from the sky.

How the mighty have fallen, he thought as he watched the winged beast hit the deck of his ship with a loud thud. Trying rip itself free from the ropes in order to help you, it was immediately surrounded by a dozen of hunters that held it down, wrapping a muzzle of leather and steel tightly around its head.

Only moments later you followed, crashing down violently. The impact would have made a viking wince—but not Viggo. No empathy accompanied the way he took in your condition, watching your limbs move and listening to the pained gasps, only a sense of superiority. After all, a filthy reptile-worshipper didn't deserve mercy—not after attacking him.

"What a stupid little dragonrider.. don't you know to keep away from these waters?" Though his voice was dark, emotionless, there was a sense of mockery hidden between the lines. Heavy boots slowly moved towards your body, each step calculated and confident.