Three weeks later,Sandwing Kingdom,City of Manifest
Trogon sat at a table in the bar. He had a rather enjoyable three weeks in his terms,even in one of the toughest parts of the kingdom. Now that he wasn't being followed by Rail's goons,he was a assassin, or for a higher price,a spy.
A hooded dragon was near the door, beckoning for him.
He shoved his way through the bar,and went outside. The hooded dragon handed over some valuable stones and a dark-leathered scroll. A assignment.
Trogon smiled.