The next day-
"Wake up son." "Uhh, yes mother?" "It's time for your ceramony!" Her voice seemed to drift through his mind until... -Falls to floor, hurrying- "...and I knight thee Prince Alex!" Smith's voice boomed. A grand applause encompassed the entire room. After the ceramony the king called Smith to his room for a private talk. "What is your bidding, sire?" Smith said kneeling. "We have a problem to the west, in the elven forests." "What is the problem, my king?" "It's a dragon. He's terrorizing local villages and they need someone of high caliber to slay it." -knocking- "Just a moment!" he shouted. "I shall leave as soon as possible, sire!" he said standing at attention. "Good. Come in!" -Door opens and Trisha and Smith exchange glances, one leaving one entering- -Smith walks around dodging the party goers and exits the castle walls- "Cryan!" Smith's shout echoing for miles. A large wolf runs up happily waltzing around its friend. "Come, old friend. We've got a dragon to hunt." -The two begin running off to the west-