Dragons and demons and Rangers, Oh my!

Chapter 3: Something is amiss

Oromis

"Ebrithil!" the youthful voice hollered. Oromis groaned on the inside. "Please, oh please, let it not be another scuffle" he pleaded to himself. Externally, of course, he merely said "Yes, Hathar?" "Master, something is amiss! The nomads speak of a strange land that appeared over night!" he exclaimed. The over-eager elven Rider seemed rather, well, eager. Oromis had not heard of this land before. Perhaps it was nonsense… No. It was his duty as Vrael's Fist to investigate any strange happenings, no matter how small. "Glaedr! Once again, you and I must ride and investigate some drunk's fantasy!" he mentally shouted. "Partner-of-my-spirit, do you not think I know this? You and I always know what the other knows. And one of these days, it will be a true problem, so do not feel as if it is a waste of time. We MUST investigate every time." The massive golden dragon replied. "Of course, of course. As always you are right, Glaedr." "Indeed, I am always correct." He replied smugly.And on that note, he swooped down from the blue skies of Vroengard and through the gaping hole in the roof of the citadel. "Let us descend on our foe, and vanquish them, you and I, Rider and Dragon!" He exclaimed gleefully. "What foe, Glaedr?" Oromis queried as he climbed onto him, exasperated. "Gravity!" he replied, and took off, leaving Hathar standing awestruck.