For several hours, Arran sat in silence, impatiently waiting for the dragon to appear.
Although Crassus had said it would only return from its hunt when evening fell, Arran still kept an anxious eye on the skies, both eager and anxious to finally see the creature he would have to kill.
He studied the valley while he waited, already searching for ways in which the terrain could be exploited for an advantage in the fight to come.
Yet to his disappointment, the surroundings were almost completely bare, lacking anything that might help him face the creature he awaited. The valley was large and wide, its rocky floor mostly flat, with the slopes at its sides nowhere near steep enough to create the kind of landslide he hoped to use in killing the dragon.
