Present Day
In the morning, Sylvin returned to the main square and broke his fast on fresh produced purchased off the vendors setting up their market stalls. He kept his hood up and his head down, keeping to the edges of the foot traffic and listening to the conversations. War was on everyone’s mind, and his name was on everyone’s lips. He listened to recounts of his own atrocities, some accurate, others not, and wondered what the speakers would think if they knew that he lurked amongst them.
There was no indication as to where the dragons could be located so he began to make his way towards the castle. He was queuing at the gates when the shadows of three dragons passed over the crowd, lifting their faces to the sky. Sylvin looked with them, his eyes squinted against the glare of the sun.