Two sinuous gold dragons streak into the sky, and over the hill. The air in your wings is dry but warm. Ismal exults in the feeling of flying that she loves so much. For Kaleff, it is a new and strage experience. At first, he finds flying difficult, but he quickly, instinctually gets the hang of it.
You fly over a few hills, towards the volcanic mountains in the distance, the ground beneath you turning from blasted soil to scratchy soil.
You fly over a field of sheep, nibbling at the grass. No one seems to be watching them. Besides humans and dragons, they are the first animals you have seen in the wastes.
And then, beneath you, is the city of Zrek Kazal.