The yellow sand stretches far and wide, the sky is high, the clouds sparse.
Accompanied by the piercing cries of eagles, one majestic griffin after another descended from the sky, landing just outside the gates of Sandstorm City.
Then, one by one, short figures gently leaped off the backs of the griffins.
To one's surprise, they were all well-equipped Dwarves.
They gazed curiously at the distant city gates.
In the forefront of the Dwarves, there was also a Golden Griffin whose size and majesty far surpassed that of its companions.
After it came to a steady halt, two figures, one large and one small, effortlessly jumped off its back onto the ground.
No, perhaps calling them one large and one small isn't quite right.
Because even the taller of the two was quite short compared to the Elves who were curiously watching the Dwarven group.
They were both Dwarves, one elderly and one young.
