I flew near the mountains toward the old city figuring that was where Siena probably went. I was worried out of my mind, anxious for them. Different thoughts, each one worse than the rest, kept on flitting through my mind. Where are they? What are they doing? Are they alright?
After I'd flown for a few hours straight though, I needed to stop, to rest, to gather my strength. I tried my best to put my worried thoughts to the back of my head, telling myself that they could take care of myself and that I was blowing it out of proportion. But that niggling thought that they could have been hurt, killed or even worse, captured, wouldn't go away. I figured that by stopping for a while I could reason myself out of the disarray that was my thoughts.
However, just as I was about to land, I saw something strange, something I didn't expect. In the distance, I could see construction. Or at least it looked like construction. And even stranger, dragons, more than a couple at that. I closed in, flying fast, but still ready to fly out at any sign that this may be an illusion.
The path of the righteous dragon is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost whelps. And I will strike down upon thee with great fire and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy my people. And you will know I am the Raheir when I lay my vengeance upon thee.