Oberon gazed up at the thunder dragon when it came into view, sitting atop of Sicarus he looked on in awe at the magnificent dragon before him. Anara had been truly gifted those many years ago and as the dragon landed, Sicarus seemed to shudder in anticipation. He whispered to him, "There there boy, all in due time." He put on his helmet as Anara spoke, ten hours of flying? That would be extremely fun, maybe he would even take a nap.

He too, had noticed the newcomers who were not at the meeting. He guessed it would be alright to tell them his name, "Let's get this out of the way," Oberon spoke at the new people as he pulled his cloak around himself, "I am Oberon Rontan, this is Sicarus. Let's go." A little harsh but necessary, this was a mission after all, formal talk would have to come later.

He then pulled the reigns on Sicarus and within two flaps of his wings, they were airborne and ready to go.

"Sarge and Inirath always know how to make an entrance." Quincy thought, face twisting into a grimace as his superior was quick to get the mission underway.

"If no one has any last words...let's get in the air. Caerel doesn't have time to waste." He gave Alejandra a disagreeing look. "Really? Let's get in the air?" He mumbled as he looked about his dragon, half expecting her to sprout wings that very moment. "No respect I tells ya, no respect..." He mumbled some more, shaking his head. Allie looked at her rider quizzically. "Don't worry girl, I love you juuuust the way you are." He cooed. That, and it seemed like everyone some last words, as riders began introducing themselves one after the other. He had to assume it was for the girl with the frostbite dragon.

"Quincy Odell. Jamie, for short." He introduced himself as he approached her, Allie beginning to wrap her tail around his waist. "Caitra, right? Think I've seen you around Draketooth some days. Welcome to the "Save the World" club! Talk to Sarge when you get the chance, she'd want your size info for our club jackets." He joked in a plain tone. Before he could get another word in, Alejandra yanked him away from the group, eagerly racing back down the hill towards the beach. "Hey, you could've just said you were ready to go-!" He piped up, jiggling in her grasp.

She didn't let go until the two re-entered the depths, much to Quincy's dismay. "Allie! Really?! Could've you at least waited for me to take my shirt off?!" He complained, splashing about as he mounted her. "Ugh, now i'm gonna be all soggy." He continued, ungratefully. "C'mon, let's get a better line of sight. Don't want them all taking off without us knowing." He added. Allie complied, speedily swimming around to another point. As they moved, he gave thought to the idea of the ten hour travel time.

"Geez, my wrinkles are gonna have wrinkles." He thought aloud, scoffing along the way.

Unbeknownst to the party something was watching them gather and collectively take off in their respective ways, or to be more specific, two somethings. A large pitch black shadow was nestled in the trees hiding from sight while watching intently. The large one tilted his large head slightly to the right as Sicarus became airborne, shifting further into the foliage to better hide. The small human on the back of the dragon stood up to keep his view. His face and body was unrecognizable given the use of his goggles, a mask covering his mouth, and the leather armor that covered the rest of his body. The only noticeable feature was his white hair that flowed gracefully in the breeze that pierced the leaves. It was a strange sight to be sure, especially since teh dragon was so big that his tail fell down low on the branches and just hung there for all to see.

The dragon let out a low grumble that vibrated in his powerful chest. To which his rider respond softly, "Shhh... it's ok... we'll go soon. I promise." Patting the side of the large black beast's head to reassure him. Then returning to standing atop the dragons head he resumed his patient watch of the others.

Anara felt Inirath's muscles bunch under her in preparation for flight when a new voice rang out. The thunder dragon huffed angrily, snorting out hot air and static electricity making Anara's hair crackle. She turned in her saddle to face the newcomer and raised an eyebrow—frostbites were rare enough, and even rarer on Ambrell Ridge.

"You received no message because I did not send one for you," Keltor said bluntly, folding her arms and resting them on a neck ridge. She glanced over again, mentally running through her catalog and recognizing the dragon as Neva—which meant her rider was Sayl. "Perhaps I should have," she said eventually—as close to an acquiescence as she would get. She hadn't called for any frostbite riders because their cold abilities might be vital in cooling down the island if worst came to worst, but perhaps one might be useful.

"Ride high," she said shortly. "The air is thinner, but colder. I don't want Neva tiring too soon." Anara turned again, giving one last sharp look to the assembled riders and calling out to some individuals. "Odell, you stick to the surface of the water. I want to be able to see you at all times. Walsh, if Sapphire gets tired carrying you, you can ride with me for a while and let him carry a few bags. Same goes for you, Rorvik. I don't want Lysander tunneling just yet, not until we're on dry land." Inirath snorted again as if to say not likely, but Anara shushed her quickly. "The rest of you—you've all flown V formation before, but likely not with so many different breeds, so be alert. I'll be taking point. Give each other enough wingroom—talk if you like and if you can, but no fancy acrobatics. I won't have dragons injured because someone wanted to get too close."

With a stern look to emphasize her point, and one last considering look at the frostbite dragon, Keltor nodded decisively, and without another word, Inirath crouched down and launched herself into the sky. From that initial launch, with one powerful beat of her wings, she was out over the water and speeding towards the northwest, confident the other dragons would fall in line.

Next stop—Bitty Islet. She just hoped they'd all make it without any...incidents.

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Ten hours later, the sun was starting to get lower and lower in the sky, and right on schedule, Inirath gave a trumpet-like cry as land was spotted below. In truth, the rocky outcropping the silver dragon began to descend towards could hardly be called 'land'—compared to Caerel, it was miniscule, but the cliffs were high enough to prevent the entire island being drenched by sea waves, and the center was covered by a stretch of trees. Besides, even a dragon couldn't fly for days on end without breaks, and this was the last island large enough to hold all the dragons until they arrived on Kendrigan.

Inirath was one of the only dragons not showing any signs of fatigue as she descended to the rocky shore on the only side of the island that didn't end in sheer cliffs—but Anara knew better. The thunder dragon was just as inexperienced with flying this long as the rest of them, much as she might be loathe to admit it. However, Inirath refused to let her wings so much as droop as Anara patted her on the neck in thanks.

"You did good, girl," she said quietly, and her dragon snorted in response. Keltor raised her voice again, turning in her seat to check on the other riders. "We're taking the dragons up there," she called, pointing up the steep slope of the beach towards the ragged treeline. "There's a hill with a ledge that should give us enough shelter for the night. Try not to knock down too many trees on the way in, alright? This place is tragic enough as it is." She finished in a mutter to herself before tightening her legs around Inirath's neck once again, coaxing her into one last climb before she could lie down and rest.

Dragon and rider were eager, as most were. Rolf found throughout the trip that he had to reign Forge in to keep to Keltor's orders against fancy acrobatics. The dragon knew this was a good flight, and was eager to show off in front of so many dragons, both familiar and strange. As the flight wore on, however, Forge became easier to control as he started getting antsy to land. Both were glad that Forge hadn't needed to carry all of their gear the entire trip. He had left his iron bound oak shield and steel tipped lance with Inirath, leaving Forge with just Rolf, his armor and spare clothes and supplies. They were still feeling a little too heavy as the land came into view.

When he saw it, Forge gave a great flurry of flapping and started to accelerate, moving ahead of the formation. Rolf pulled the reigns and flooded his companion with his feelings of displeasure at the lapse in discipline. He got annoyance back from the dragon, and knew he was being hypocritical.

He didn't openly acknowledge the action, and when they landed(Forge was small and did not in fact knock any trees over) Rolf immediately stripped the saddle and bags from his mount and friend. When that was done, he gave Forge a quick rub down, and only then did he start picking pieces of his armor off.

He stopped when he was half stripped and sat down on a rock, filling his pipe to take a break as everyone else landed and dismounted.

"Nice little ride, eh?" he called out to the other riders, resisting the urge to massage his thighs.

"Couldn't have been better." Oberon said grudgingly, as he slouched up against a tree with his helmet in his lap.

The ride itself was, well, boring- as to be expected honestly. The only chuckle he got out of it was at the beginning, when Keltor quite bluntly put Caitra down, that was amusing. As they took off, he had decided that it was a bad idea to sleep with so many who didn't follow a tight formation, as he didn't know if they would crash into Sicarus. This was surprisingly a very mixed group of people, coming from all over Caerel and their experiences could be put into question. Oh well, Oberon was sure they would all be tested in the days to come, maybe then they could prove themselves. He would rest at ease for the time being, and as that little island came into view it was like a godsend.

Oberon had quite literally been awake for over twenty four hours, once he calculated the time it took him to get to Draketooth Mountain and then the ten hour journey. Sicarus felt it as well and they were both drifting into sleep mode. His poor dragon had landed, knocked over a tree with a loud crack and then slumped over it, falling asleep in no time at all. During the flight Sicarus was as somber as usual, occasionally emitting a low growl if he saw another dragon trying to show off. There was nothing to prove here, this was a mission and it needed to be preformed with dignity and a level of maturity, rivaling professionalism.

Oberon sighed then said, "Wake me up if i'm needed." he then crashed next to Sicarus and quickly fell asleep.

Cabhan nods to Anara at the offer, knowing that the health of his dragon was more important then overdoing it and possibly harming the both of them. Once she took off, sapphire launched into the air, his legs tucking and his large feathered wings open to full extent. Luckily, there was a bit of breeze that was enough for the flit wit to glide on. This allows for Sapphire to conserve the majority of his energy and actually make the flight.

Ten hours later, Sapphire and Cabhan make an elegant landing. Sapphire's large wings fold and Cabhan swings off, removing the bags so that Sapphire can get a bit of a cool down. Sapphire chirps and looks at Rolf, ears pricked as if the dragon understood the man fully. Seeing this, Cabhan chuckles. "Little is an understatement, but yes it was quite nice" With a smile he rubs Sapphire's neck.

The shadowy duo waited until the team had left, only waiting a few more minutes before the man slid down teh dragon's back, resting in the spot he usually took before whispering, "Go..." and flooding each others mind with thoughts of exhilaration to be free flying as fast as they could through the early morning sky. The dragon braced himself between the branches before erupting upward crashing the tree to splinter and shatter into a flurry of leaves frantically fleeing the beast and branches bursting in protest at the sudden force, causing a shower of twigs, branches, and larger pieces of wood to clatter to the ground.

Like a black streak against the rising sun the two took off at speeds unlike any other dragon could possibly reach. To those who saw, they'd be nothing but a blur darting after the team.

Upon catching up and taking sight of the staggered V, the two made sure to keep their distance, jumping from cloud to cloud, wave to wave, and seeking cover wherever they could to avoid being seen. It seemed as though it had worked and as exhaustion set in it only became easier as the duo seems to not tire at all. Once they reached the island the duo made sure to go at full speed flanking the party to make a landing further into the island and walk under the cover of trees to regain sight of everybody else. It took a few minutes, but with almost practiced efficiency they lurked back to their usual methods of spying on the group through the trees. At this point most of them had landed and even a few had already fallen asleep... which honestly... a nap sounded like a good idea...

"Uggh!" Quincy groaned at Sarge's order, but caught himself, hoping said groan wasn't too loud. The last thing he'd want to do was get on her bad side before the mission even began. That being said, he wasn't a fan of staying on the surface too long. Everyone knew Drake and Rider alike moved exponentially faster when completely underwater. Of course, the two would have the come up for air eventually, but usually such a moment was brief. Staying on the surface meant that the two would be taking on tons of wind, even if Quincy was in his typical rider position. Wind only created drag, and drag only slowed the two down. This subtraction of speed made him feel like they were handicapped.

Despite all this, Quincy kept his opinions to himself. He was never one to go against a superior's order, his parents made sure of that (and, again, he really wasn't trying to upset his superior any time soon). He'd be damned if he didn't quietly fume about it most of the way there, though.

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Ten hours later, Quincy perked up out of a daydream to notice the island rushing up on the horizon. Looking up, he could make out the faintest image of Sarge addressing the others. He couldn't hear her due to distance and the roar of passing water, but it didn't take a rocket scientist to tell that they were looking to rest on this particular island. "Land ho, Allie. Looks like we're taking our first pit stop." He addressed the Drake, giving her a quick rub between the eyes.

Quincy was quick to dismount as Alejandra beached herself. He groaned and stretched and shook his limbs out. Naturally, Allie was visibly exhausted. "Hey, hey," He approached his companion, meeting face to snout. "Never did something like that before, huh?" He grinned and gave a thankful rub. "You did damn good today, girl." She snorted and flicked her tongue at him, appreciative of the complement.

"You're exhausted, yeah? C'mon, get on my back. I'll carry you this time." He dropped his bag and turned away from her, in attempts to follow up on his offer. Eager for the piggyback ride, Alejandra was quick to stretch across her rider's back. This backfired immediately, as the weight of a Sea Drake dropped Quincy into the sand with a dull FWUMP!

"Oop, no, I lied, you're heavy." He strained from under her. Allie let out a few husky rasps at the antics, something that might've resembled laughing. As he managed to squirm from under her, Quincy hopped back to his feet, showing a toothy grin. "C'mon, let's meet with the others." He began off, casting away his soggy, sandy shirt.

At the top of the hill, He was slightly disappointed to see a good chunk of the group had already beat him there, making note of the Black Knight rider, Oberon, already down for a nap beside his dragon. "Definitely would've gotten here first if we were able to go top speed." He boasted mentally as he approached.

"So!" He clapped his hands. "Who wants to get started on a fire? Less time I spend in my skivvies, the better." He found a spot in the grass to lounge in. Alejandra did the same, plopping her head into his lap.

Cabhan hears the request for fire from Quincy and chuckles. With a head shake he starts setting up for a fire, since he seemed to be the least tired and it was the least he could do for the team. As he does so a small breeze comes upwind.

With this breeze, Sapphire sticks his head up and inhales. Then, his ears flick as he catches an unfamiliar pair of scents. Quietly, he gets up and starts following the scent in a crouched way. Of course, he is quiet and instead of just stumbling face first into whatever scent he is following, goes off a bit. Once he spots a dark figure he crouch down more and sneaks around so that the pair's back is facing him. Then he slowly creeps forward until he is crouched beside the two, his furred tail waving back and forth slightly and his ears pricked forward almost as if to say What are we watching.

The duo continues to watch their quarrels unaware that there is a dragon missing from the bunch. So intent on watching that the rider doesn't notice the curious dragon approaching them. The dragon however notices both the scent of a dragon and sound of crunching leaves and twigs under heavy feet, though doesn't seem to care. When the curious lad pokes his head up beside the pair, the dragon ever so slightly tilts his head to look at the newcomer, letting out a muffled raspy chirp of joy to have a new friend. Nodding his head to the group and squinting to show what was going on.

It was when his mount started shifting that the rider noticed the new dragon. In a quick spasm and a startled curse he scrambled up and started to shove the nose of the new dragon and quietly, but angrily whispered, "No! no! Shoo! Go away! We're trying to be sneaky! Shoo! Scram!"

At this point his dragon stuck out his tongue and with another playful chirp he licked up at the rider, licking his broadside in a surprise attack causing another muffled outburst, "Stop it you traitorous newt!" Fighting back against the next pair of licks while still trying to shove the other dragon away... losing both fights.

Quincy gave his thanks as Cabhan began on a campfire. He figured he could stick his clothes by the flame once it got going, then pat the sand out of the garments to avoid getting any of it in his bag. Just as he began to lay back in the grass, he couldn't help but notice the Flitwit skulking off. Definitely looked like the dragon caught scent of something. "'Ey Cab, your dragon's wandering off." Quincy mentioned, only for Alejandra to perk up as well. She looked about the landscape, sniffing at the air. "Allie? You caught something too?" He queried, raising an eyebrow.

One dragon catching a scent could easily be played off. But once that number rises, it's anything but a coincidence. Allie was always a curious soul, but it put Quincy on alert. "Go on girl, track that scent." He rose to his feet, as the Sea Drake began off. "Imma check this out." He told those inhabiting the site, taking up his sack and brandishing one of his spears.

Quincy was slow and careful, cunning and meticulous. Attempting to keep quiet as he moved through the brush. Alejandra, on the other hand, was loud and careless, and more interested in seeing where this scent led more than anything. Quincy may've been bringing up the rear, but upon hearing the loud sounds of branches cracking and breaking, leaves rustling, and playful dragon noises, he knew they weren't too far off.

Alejandra noticed the Flitwit first, and did nothing more than want to join in on the fun. As Quincy began to up his pace, he noticed what the two might've stumbled upon. A black dragon, covered in spikes, playing with who he could only assume was his rider. Always one to disrupt a situation, Quincy loudly cleared his throat as he approached.

"...Am I interrupting something? I'll come back later, if you want." He said with a smirk and a hint of smug, internally reveling in the fact that he got the drop on someone. He had to think, the situation must've looked a little weird. What, with Quincy staring a dude down in nothing but his backpack and undergarments.

Cabhan nods to Quincey. He figures he'd get that fire started first then follow the sea drake and his own dragon. Of course, this takes a bit of effort. He gets a few sparks with no flames, but as he keeps going he manages to get a fire started. With a satisfied nod, he tosses a few sticks into the fire then stands and follows the sea drake.

Sapphire, being quite a bit smaller then his new found friend ends up being on his hind legs looking up a bit. When his nose is shoved, he chirps then chirps more excitedly as the other dragon plays with their rider. Just as he was having fun, a sea drake appears along with their rider saying something. Finding a new interest causes for more excitement, which causes for more chirping and for him to now be focused on the new comers. He lets out another chirp, gets down on all fours and goes closer to the sea drake. With happy chirps he hops about them as if trying to get the much larger dragon to play with him.

Axon's head sharply turns to face the human and his Drake companion only to hurriedly snap saying, "Fuck off! Can't you see I have enough problems already!" Though he can't help but sound kind of happy. Razeth always knew how to make him happy and well... their cover was blown so mind as well enjoy the situation.

When the Flitwit bounds off towards the Sea Drake, Razeth is quick to open his mouth a release his own more bassy chirps as he bounds after, keeping his head low to the ground as though ready to pounce on the small, feathery dragon. His fours arms digging into the soft ground as the wings on the back of each one flutter rapidly showing some kind of emotion, but given how his breed has never been seen before one can't say for certain what it means.

Axon meanwhile who was already precariously perched on Razeth's head to push away the Flitwit suddenly looses his balance and tumbles to the ground as Razeth bounds off. Standing up and dusting off his black leather armor and tilting his goggles up to his forehead, as well as lowing his face mask, he let's out another outburst, "Backstabber! Just going to leave me in the dirt?" He finished with a over blown gesture towards his dragon who clearly didn't seem to be paying attention. Axon had to admit though, that did look like fun... and dragon wrestling was one of his favorite games... Ah what the Hell. "Make way boy, I'm joining in on this!" With that he ran towards the two leaping and wrapping his arms around his dragon's neck, clinging on as Razeth lifted his head and Axon into the air, laughing all the way.

Overall it wasn't that much of an eventful flight. Sure 10 hours was a while, and quite boring for both Light and Magnus. Once the two of them landed, they found a nice spot a bit away from everyone else. Making sure all his supplies were ok, Magnus helped Light set up a small camp, the two of them falling asleep, Light using one of her wings as a blanket for Magnus.

"Boy? I mean, I know I got a bit of a baby face, but I don't think I look that young-" Quincy shook away the thought, brushing away such distractions for the time being. Instead, as the kid brushed past him to join in on the dragon cuddle puddle (which, indeed, looked tons of fun), Quincy opted on taking the boy's place in the brush. "Now, what were you two doing over here...?" He mumbled, examining the crushed bushes, and broken branches. Deep scratches in a nearby tree would have him believe that the two might taken some solace in the canopy.

A quick scramble up the trunk, and Quincy came to rest on a particularly sturdy branch. He gave a brief glance down, and could still put eyes on dragons frolicking around. "So what were you doing out here...?" He thought of the mystery rider, eyes wandering about the place. Then, something caught his eye. Just beyond the leaves, he could notice the faint flicker of a fire. "Did this guy come with others?" Pushing through the leaves, he could list better details of the scene. A suit of armor resting against a Black Knight, a covered individual ready to leave the area, a tailless Whiptail near his pipe-smoking rider. Quincy's eyes widened in alert.

"This guy wasn't watching his group, he was watching OURS!" He leaped from the tree with such a revelation. "Playtime's over, kiddo!" He snatched the guy out of the dragonpile, shoving him up against a tree trunk. "You spying on us, son? Who sent you?" He interrogated through gritted teeth before calling out towards the campsite. "HEY GUYS! SARGE! WE'S GOT A SPY OVER HERE!" Quincy yelled.

Cabhan hears this and moves faster, he pulls his bow and an arrow into position and walks up aiming the arrow at the man. With his hood down, his streaked hair and purple eyes are visible. And he doesn't look very happy at all."I will warn you I am a very excellent shot. Answer well"

Sapphire feels the coldness through the link and wiggles out of the dragon pile. His friendliness seems to dissipate as he walks over. In fact, the dragon's fur starts to go up much like an angry dog's would. To top it off he stands next to his rider with his lip curled up showing sharp teeth as a snarl rips through him. His large ears go flat next to his head and his tail waves somewhat like an angry cat. He hadn't realized his new friend's rider was bad. At least that what it sounded and felt like.

There were few things quite like looking up to see an angry dragonrider glaring down at you, much less a Councilor.

"And I thought," Anara said, tone tightly controlled—a sure warning sign to any who knew her well—"that this would be a nice, short, uneventful camping trip. It would appear I was wrong." She set down the firewood she'd collected a hair harder than she needed to and straightened, folding her hands behind her back. The leather of her riding gloves creaked. Her eyes flicked from person to person, dragon to dragon, and narrowed into hazel slits.

"Odell, put the man down," she snapped. "Walsh, for gods' sake, put the bow down. And you—" Her gaze settled on the spiky black beast in their midst. "That's Razeth. Which means this young man would be Axon Sarai. And that means—"

The ground trembled, and a branch snapped overhead. There was suddenly a very large, very irritated silver head looming a handful of feet above Anara's head, her black hair crackling with static. Inirath had been just about to lay down for a nap until her rider's surprise stirred her, and that was never a good time to be around the thunder dragon. She valued her sleep so very much.

"—that you had better start explaining how and why you're here, Sarai."

Axon was surprised to say the least as he was suddenly pinned against the trunk of a large tree by an angry rider with funny hair. Though he sure wasn't please about it, reaching up with his left hand to try and pry at the grip pinning him down, while the right seemed to brace himself against the tree. "What the Hell is your problem!" He shouted at the aggressive git, "I wasn't spying!"

Razeth sure wasn't going to take his brother being attacked and harassed, rearing up his upper arms raised, claws ready to rend any foe to shreds as the wings also spread to make the already big dragon look enormous. The limbs on the ground raked at the dirt with razored claws, ready to pounce in a moments notice. Behind the menacing beast his tail swished around revealing the malicious, bladed tail end, ready to snap back to slice and impale his foes. And to top it all off, his maw opens revealing hundreds of huge daggers that were his teeth as black smoke drifted from each corner of his mouth. Finally to show he meant business, an evil hiss escaped his jagged teeth, chilling the bones of any nearby.

Seeing his brother ready to back him up he continued to struggle physically while saying, "Let go of me before we kick your ass!" Thing is, he wasn't very strong as he struggled, so whatever ass kicking he threatened didn't seem all that probable from him. Razeth on the other hand looked like he could take on ten dragons all by himself with all that anger in his eyes.

About now Anara showed up and made her speech. Listening and looking at the irate Sarge he waited until her famous dragon made his appearance to make his move. Just as promised he made a sudden lash out, kicking Quincy straight between his legs with enough force to make any man watching flinch. Using the sudden shock of the blow he shifted his arm under Quincy's to toss him away and throw himself into a tumble to separate. Coming to his feet right after with the grace of a cat.

Naturally, the situation grew tense. The kid's dragon went into action mode. And, of course, so did Alejandra. Her slender body arcing upwards, the frills and fins on her face puffing out and trembling as she stood. The black dragon hissed, and she hissed back. One would definitely have to get through the other in order to get to their respective riders. Fortunately, it never reached that point, as Sarge quicked entered the scene.

"Odell, put the man down," She sounded more bothered than outright upset. And, true to her commands, he was prepared to relinquish the kid from his grasps...that was, of course, until he received a sharp knee to the nards. "Yipe-!" He couldn't do much but squeal until he was abruptly hip tossed away, rolling to a stop at Anara's feet.

"R-really man, really? I was literally getting ready to let you go, ugh..." He groaned and coughed and cupped his family jewels. He might've been mostly fine, but his pride was in critical condition. Alejandra dropped from her action stance to quickly rush to his aide. She made a slow glance in the wild boy's direction, delivering a riling snarl of defense for injuring her companion.

To the best of her ability, she helped Quincy to his feet, keeping her eyes glued on the newfound troublemakers. He turned to address his superior as he stood. "With all due respect, ma'am, who or what is a Razeth?" It was pretty clear she was making mention of the black mystery dragon just then. Even so, the boy's particular name didn't ring any bells in Quincy's mind. "Axon Sarai...? Never heard of 'im."