After Zaleria made sure all the bandits have been wiped out, she flew back up with a roar. The people watching stood in awe except for a certain man who scorned the dragon's existence.
The man silently put his hood back up and rushed toward the northern mountains to report what he had seen. Zaleria was dangerously close to his lady's resting lair.
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"My lady, I have spotted Zaleria at the lower hills. She has destroyed the bandit group responsible for collecting bodies." The man said with a quiet voice, he needn't yell in the lady's presence.
"Zaleria is here, why so soon? Was she alone or was a man with her?" The massive skeletal dragon growled, necrotic energy dripping from its rot-smelling bones.
The man bowed down, "She was holding a man in her claws, which is for sure!"
"Was he white-haired? Did he use magic?"
