It had been a tumultous couple of weeks, for Temuril in general and Raorka specifically. He was continuously impressed by the resourcefulness of the local residents, who had managed to construct a makeshift manor over the ruins of Rokar's castle in a matter of days. It was in this makeshift manor where General Hoit had set up his temporary government, while he made the necessary preparations for the next elections.
"So, Raorka what can I do for you?" General Hoit asked, swamped in paperwork at his desk.
"I was wondering whether you might have more information about Old Gotuj."
"The dragon?"
"The very same."
General Hoit looked up from his pile of papers. "And why do you want to know that?"
"Well I'll be leaving tomorrow, and the dragon is one part of Temuril I don't have much information regarding."
"And why are you asking me?"
"Well normally I would ask Lucerne or Rowena or even Drisnen, but all three of them have already left for the Capital."
