Time frame: wartime
As Ragnar descended on the back of Ymat, Reeve Bertie stood patiently at the front of the camp, awaiting their arrival. His eyes scanned the horizon until he spotted the familiar figure of Ragnar, accompanied by the majestic Ymat.
Not long after, Qedren landed nearby, screeching angrily at Ragnar. The fiery creature flapped its wings and let out a stream of disapproving growls. Ragnar glanced at Qedren with a lazy smirk.
"Oh, Qedren, we would have plenty of time to play tomorrow," Ragnar said in a relaxed tone. "No need to be so talkative, my young friend. Save your energy for now."
Qedren huffed and puffed, clearly dissatisfied with Ragnar's response. Nevertheless, the dragon reluctantly settled down, keeping a wary eye on Ragnar as he made his way toward Reeve.
