Moryn watched the sky as the great shadows of the dragons zig-zagged into the distance. It wasn't long before night consumed their forms and he could not longer see them.

It didn't really matter to him though, hopefully his arrow got the dragon. They would have hours before the venom was too worked in to be removed, and if they thought they were being chased they may not settle down to inspect the causes of pain. Luck and time was all that Moryn needed to have claimed that one.

He turned his direction to the great city - the King had to know about this small band of riders, solo riders were easy to take care of, but a group of three was a problematic situation. If they attracted more then surely the situation would become more dire.

Moryn hastily moved towards the castle, he had a meeting with the King and hunting dragons could wait.