Mike Gold Cypress Plano sat grandly on the remains of a fallen oak tree, silently contemplating, with a shattered ogre skull under his foot and a thick dragon skin cloak draped messily by his side, completely ignoring the snowflakes that had fallen on the lining.
Whoosh!
A gust of wind and snow brushed past as a tall witch strode quickly to Augustus's side. She noticed a black crow about a foot high perched on the trunk next to the warlock, and frowned slightly.
The crow seemed frozen stiff, not moving even as the witch approached, its dark eyes coated with a layer of white film, as if snowflakes had glued them shut.
The witch ignored this anomaly and looked at the warlock sitting on the oak remains.
"The school-designated hunting area is cleared, and Lord Falcon wonders if we should detour to hunt a wild dragon. He got a lead on a wild dragon's nest from the Wandering Bar, not far from our hunting area."
