Far from the glimpse of the heroes, Elenaris's dome served as a guide to the sailing enemy. Tacking their sails to the whims of the sea, set only to reach the dark sand beach–one of the many chosen of Valcan, the dragon god–crashed their boats into the docks and dismounted on the wet sand at last.
"Empty the boats! We're setting up our base here," ordered the half-dragon sage, Kledia.
Her eyes pierced the thick hide of the dragon beastmen soldiers, pinning them with her oppressive gaze as she ordered them about. The long voyage on sea had left her perturbed, and her hair in a wet and oily bunch. As a human descendant of a sage dragon, she was known to wane time on vanity.
Losing her comb in the sea had flared her nostrils and pricked up her pointy ears with the faintest hint of scales lining their edges. Being mostly human with dragonic powers and a few layers of scales here and there, she was perhaps the most arrogant of the chosen, for her beauty was unparalleled.
