Flying High in he sky on his tamed dragon, G'rattle Zellto observed the castle. He had just noted that the marketplace seemed busier then usual when G'rattle gave a sharp jerk to left. Zellto sighed; he really needed a better dragon. G'rattle had an annoying habit of jerking to the left whenever he first saw humans. The first time he'd done this was over a small village and Zellto had nearly fell off. But now G'rattle ws apparently getting used to human presence. Which was good because Zellto had big plans for him and his race.
As he reached the main part of the castle He got ready to meet the king, or whoever he needed to to get him his Battalion of dragon knights. He'd never been to good with his army politics. He'd been a soldier and knight for his whole life. But the politics still threw him. Thinking of this he pondered why he understood the other political areas so well and not this one.
