Kyrian dismounted from Arcon on the outskirts of the City of Red Smoke.
The heat rose from the ground like the constant breath of a distant furnace, vibrating the air and distorting the view of the horizon.
The black-winged horse flapped its wings once, clearly bothered by the high temperature, its red eyes glowing with impatience.
A city guard, wearing light armor of black scales that gleamed under the diffuse light of the red clouds, approached upon noticing the high-level beast.
His eyes widened slightly when he saw Arcon's imposing figure, a winged horse was not common even in the Northern Territory, where exotic beasts were more frequent.
"Quite a mount, sir." Said the guard, making a respectful bow.
"Would you like to leave it in the city's official stables? We have specialized handlers."
Kyrian nodded without saying anything. The guard gestured for him to follow.
