J’Zhirr spent the night at Vilemyr Inn and leaves Ivarstead early next morning. The sun is not fully up yet so everything is tinted by a chilly bluish mist. J’Zhirr follows the road leading away from the village, enjoying the silence and clean morning air.
This one sees an elk and a deer grazing by the road. They did not expect anyone to come along so early and stared at J’Zhirr in surprise for a while before galloping away.
A low rumble sounds and everything goes quiet. Is it the thunder? J’Zhirr pricks his ears and listens, scanning the sky for signs of a storm. Then a shadow cross overhead and with a shock J’Zhirr realizes that it is a dragon. This one quickly turns and runs back to Ivarstead.