Meanwhile, just as the wyvern forces were being divided according to their Queen's wishes, a rather unusual group composed of two golden dragons, one red dragon, one black dragon, and a dwarven halfling could be seen traveling in what Riley personally considered great style.
Well, at least that was what he thought.
For a certain dragon lord, being stuck inside that metallic tin of a helicopter was less traveling in style and more willingly allowing himself to be transported inside a wonky flying matchbox.
In quite literally any other situation, as someone who possessed perfectly functional wings and practically ruled the skies, Kael probably wouldn't have been caught dead riding such a thing. Unfortunately, what choice did they have when his twig's newest contraption could only be transported this way?
Uh-huh.
Just like that.
Pure mortal labor.
