Tararat

As soon as he saw the flying creature leave the horizon in their direction, Ackster moved to grab a javelin from his Inventory.

"It's not a dragon, but it works—"

"T-tararat?"

Mara stepped back in what seemed to be a mixture of shock and surprise as she looked at the grey wyvern, spreading its large wings and cutting through the air like a sword.

"'Tararat'? You know that wyvern?"

"Not the wyvern. The rider."

Ackster wanted to ask Mara more questions, but before he could, the wyvern took a dive straight for them.

"So, they're here for us, I take it."

"Most likely. Tararat is a hunter of the Northern Tribal Alliance. But he hunts people, not monsters or beasts."

"Is he stronger than the centi—"

"Yes. Very much so."