The air in the mountain clearing grew tense as Kellan received the messenger's report. Dragons were approaching—three, possibly four of them—and they were heading towards their location. The news sent a ripple of apprehension through the villagers. They had lived around this mountain all their lives but had rarely seen dragons because both sides stayed away from each other.
They had come here under duress, forced by Kellan's threats and knew the creature's kin would come for them if they went missing. Kellan, however, remained composed, hand on his weapon.
The crossbow had been enhanced with curses strong enough to incapacitate a dragon, much like the one he had with the beastie with his woman.
"Prepare the perimeter," Kellan commanded, his voice carrying clear authority over the mounting tension.
"Set the traps," he ordered. "We need to capture them alive."
