Erdan, with Grail by his side, begin walking aimlessly along the outskirts of the farmland. Not much of a site, but a few pumpkins made it through the goblin's wreckage. In the distance is a line of trees where the forest begins.
"I really hope we find some big, juicy apples. I could really go for one. And I wouldn't mind helping you catch a young buck. Do you think Ras and Stiers are okay? I haven't seen them in awhile."
"I wish I had a brother. Actually, I wish I had a real family. My parents owned a tavern in another town, but I found out that they were not quite like me. I looked nothing like them. I mean, I am not quite as big as my fellow humans.
"This made me a target for most of the bandits that came to pillage. There was a time when I tracked a bandit on my own when the town was asleep, but the weird thing was, it was the dead of night and I could see him as clear as day. I am a swordsmen, my dear Angori, but I'm not quite sure why I look the way I do or can see in the dark. And I'm not sure why all the others in town make fun of my short stature and my young face. I'll show them soon. We'll all get what we want eventually."
Erdan looks toward the tree line and makes his way over saying, "Let's go look for some game."
Grall follows Erdan, continuing to sniff the air. "Size is not everything. While it is helpful, I have seen short-horns take down spear-horns much larger than themselves. We must play with the toys that we are given. If you are given small stature and the ability to see clearly in the dark, find a way to use that to your advantage."
Another massive form flies overhead toward town. On wings of sinew and bone the beast flies through shadow and fire. As the gaze of the dragon falls on the two scavenging companions, dread fills their very spirit.
*Vicinity Fear
Scorch the risen continues toward town as animals and men flee from the terror the dragon embodies.
Grall Bonekeeper's face contorts in a combination of anger and fear. He watches in horror as the evil Dragon flies overhead, staring directly at the spot where Grall and Erdan are standing. The moment, the Dragon is gone from sight, Grall turns to his companion.
"We have to warn the others! We barely beat Scorch last time in his weakoned state, and he seems to have grown in strength. Come on!" The Angori takes off toward town, though trembling with each step from the Dragon's irresistable might.
Grall sniffs the air experimentally, waiting for the scent of something with enough meat on it to sate his growing hunger. "I'm sure they're fine. Stiers can take care of himself, and Rasiri's ability to escape is nearly an art."
The Angori continues sniffing the air, crouching low to the ground and examining the earth as he slowly follows the cold trail of what appears to be a young doe. "I wish I were better at tracking the beasts of this land. To tell you the truth, Erdan, I was not much of a hunter back in my tribe. I never quite had the sensitivity for animal tracks nor the ability to go unnoticed through the forest. This concerned my father, as he was given the task of raising me. It is the duty of all fathers in my tribe to raise their sons with the help of the other fathers, and the responsibility of the mothers to raise their daughters along with all the other mothers. However, my father quickly realized that I was growing slightly larger than my peers. Not as large as my brother had at my age, mind you, but defenitly large enough to begin the warrior rituals and fierce enough to begin the trials of becoming a tribal Protector. After our previous chieftain died and my brother took power, I was proud to be under my brother's command, protecting or simple way of life."
Grall's voice trails off, as if he is talking only to himself, as he mentions his older brother.