"In the sky! Look, up in the sky! Turk is flying!"
At the cry, all the Lizardmen looked up at the sky in unison. They saw Turk riding on the back of a winged creature, waving vigorously down at them.
"Is that... a Sub-Dragon?!"
Shazak the Shaman's expression changed drastically. He shot to his feet, and several tribal Warriors instantly went on alert, instinctively grabbing for their nearby weapons.
With Turk on its back, Xiaoka slowly landed in a clearing outside the camp. It blinked its large, innocent eyes, curiously sizing up the tense Lizardmen, then lay down obediently, remaining perfectly still.
It was as if it were afraid that any movement might cause an unnecessary misunderstanding or conflict.
Turk quickly scrambled off Xiaoka's back and hurried back to the camp, calling out to his tense tribe, "Everyone, relax! This is Xiaoka, a guard from the Slime Kingdom! It brought me back. It means no harm!"
