Etu was not particularly pleased today. It wasn't so much that he disliked working with another rider – he held great respect for other riders – but the fact that he was tasked with ridding an area of vermin (bandits) and they had deemed it worthy of two dragon riders. Why waste resources? He could have easily crushed this infestation himself. It was insulting to give him a partner for such a trivial assignment. The only partner he needed for this simple task was Brimstone. There was also the issue of who they had chosen to accompany him. Alyce was a dragon rider, in the sense that he did, in fact, ride a dragon, but beyond that...
The village came into view, far beneath the pair soaring high above the forest. It was a pathetically tiny place, was it not? Etu spotted the two-headed dragon near the outskirts of the smattering of houses – the beast was hard to miss – and Brimstone began a spiraling dive. Their arrival would have been impossible to go unnoticed. A single beat of the great dragon's wings caused a loud thrumming sound paired with a whoosh of hot wind. The ground shook when the lava dragon's feet made contact, landing on the opposite side of the clearing – two dragons together would have been much too crowded.
Leaving Brimstone to settle while he fetched his unwanted companion, Etu made for the inn, it was the only logical place for Alyce to be, and sighed. At least this should be an easy and quick mission to complete. He pushed open the door and noticed the odd rider straight away. Everyone knew of him, he was something of an outsider if they were being honest.
"Greetings, Alyce." Etu stopped next to the table and put one hand on his hip, no other words forthcoming. It might have been considered polite to ask the other man how he was or some other such nonsense, but Etu only wished to get this all over with as soon as possible. The two men couldn't possibly be more different from one another, especially in dress. Where Alyce seemed downright bundled up despite the warm weather, Etu seemed to be wearing as little as possible. He wore thick leather pants, of course, to guard from any rubbing against the saddle or scales, but his chest was bare save for the strap of his sword scabbard, the wicked looking blade rested against his back.