[h3]Smaug[/h3]

"Farewell, O Black Dread." Smaug replies kindly, "And yes, I shall keep heed to your warning. We shall meet again soon enough."

And with a breath of fire, he signals his farewell and good luck towards Balerion. Once he was gone, the crimson dragon walks upon his piles of gold, eventually lying down and begins to rest. Indeed... if he were to overthrow Drumgath with a newly founded army, he will form the new Fire Drake Empire... and his legacy will be engraved into stone once again... but in a more, positive direction hopefully. Either way... he has much to do tomorrow. 

[i]I think I will find the treasure hoard of the fallen Beyza...[/i] he thinks to himself, [i]Then I will find that lieutenant of mine... he should be located in... The Desert Of Flames.[/i]

With a sigh he slowly closes his eyes and gets some sleep.

[h3]Ayanami[/h3]

In a beautiful shrine in the Highwall Peaks, the majestic Ayanami has just awoken from her nap. She was flying high in the clouds all day, causing happiness to the farmers who suffered a drought below. She only helped after being severed a platter of throughly-roasted beef, sprinkled with cilantro, a small side of heavy conifer greens, and a secret, yet very delicious, sauce. This was enough to motivate her to fly through the air and save a starving town from hunger. She felt very good in doing so and as long as she is given honorable gifts, she will help anyone who calls for her. She yawns loudly as she rustles her fins from side to side as she gets ready to fly into the crystal blue sky above.