Wings of Fury 2

Avag nodded to Grokzurl when he approached. "South of here, in Chunadie. A dozen miles north of Mireval, not too far from a little river village, here..." he pulled a book out of his bag, flipped to a crudely-sketched map and did his best to point out how to get to Belzren house - mostly to Grok, but also to anyone who would listen. "I'm serious, drop in whenever if you need a hand, or if you just want to say hi! Even if you can't stick around, it'd be good for the dragons to be able to see each other while they're growing up!"

Then he stopped and went quiet for a second to quickly read Rozenn's note. "Aw, thanks, though of all the people here I'm probably the least Sir of any of us. I'll look forward to you coming to visit, 'specially if you're still up for helping me practice some sign. Think it'll be a useful thing for the little buddy here to know!" He picked up the bronze dragon again, continuing to bury it in affection. "Good luck out there! I can't wait for the first reunion!"

Watching as everyone was getting ready to go, Avag looked back to his own tent. "Guess I should pack up too," he said putting the bronze dragon down, grabbing them another scrap of meat to keep them busy and heading over to start packing up. "Anyone want to stick as a group on the way down the mountains? Doubt it'll give us much trouble, but we still need to actually get back to Chunadie before we need to split up, and I'm happy for the company along the way!"