In the anxious wait of the soldiers, the Lord returned.
There were no flames shooting into the sky, and no horns of a life-and-death struggle were sounded. The Flying Dragon landed on the ground, lowering its slender neck like a red carpet on spiraling stairs, quietly waiting for Lind to step down.
Dust expanded as the Flying Dragon touched down, each descent from the sky stirring up dust and storms. They were slowly getting accustomed to it, even shifting their thoughts from amazement to fanciful musings about other things.
"My lord!"
The soldiers crowded around, also feeling the immense heat emanating from the Flying Dragon's body.
"I've made a trade with Baron Ronan. We exchanged some things, and as part of the deal, we can't set foot in Snake Catcher Fortress," Lind spoke.
It was like two Nobles meeting, exchanging trinkets and jewels to foster affection.
