Skip....skip....skip....splash Skip....skip....splash Skip....skip....skip....skip....splash

He reached down to pick up another handful of rocks to skip them across the lake. As he did so, his eyes checked the sky for the third time since he stopped here. It was his fourth attempt to find the hidden Shimmerscale Lair, and though he didn't know it yet, he was actually in one of the fields outside the lair.

His last three attempts had not been very successful, and during one of them he had an encounter with a pair of wyverns. Vicious little blighters thet they were, he'd come off sporting a few injuries. He healed most of them, but left the minor cuts to save his energy in case he ran into more of the bastards.

Another rock was skipped across the lake as he waited to see if any dragons revealed themselves so he could find and speak to an old acquaintance.

"Attacked? i'm sorry to hear that...I've just come to talk with someone who i believe resides here"

Aurthur was intimidating, but he doubted he would find himself in this dragons fury, so he was not in fear.

"His name is Sento. I'm here to speak with him about my sister Soran"