As soon as he saw the flying creature leave the horizon in their direction, Ackster moved to grab a javelin from his Inventory.
"It's not a dragon, but it works—"
"T-tararat?"
Mara stepped back in what seemed to be a mixture of shock and surprise as she looked at the grey wyvern, spreading its large wings and cutting through the air like a sword.
"'Tararat'? You know that wyvern?"
"Not the wyvern. The rider."
Ackster wanted to ask Mara more questions, but before he could, the wyvern took a dive straight for them.
"So, they're here for us, I take it."
"Most likely. Tararat is a hunter of the Northern Tribal Alliance. But he hunts people, not monsters or beasts."
"Is he stronger than the centi—"
"Yes. Very much so."
