The men traveled for a few days, following the guidance of a dragon whom neither of them knew they could completely trust.
First, they thought it was ridiculous that a dragon who had just barely hatched would know anything about its surroundings but whenever they got off track, the dragon would get agitated and force them in a specific direction.
Soon, they decided to give in, figuring that if the dragon sent them to nothing, they would have only lost a week if they had to go all the way to the outskirts of northern Polona.
After all, climbing the mountain for an entire week had been fruitless and Henry was out of ideas. As crazy as it sounded, following Sylaron was the best option.
Since the dragon had joined them, they hadn't seen any monsters. All of the ones normally there seemed to be lying low in the presence of such a large beast.
