Merradin sighed, glancing downward at the endless expanse of rocky crags, trees, and foothills beneath him as he soared on the wind. He wasn't hunting, or even patrolling his territory, but rather, he'd found himself driven from his hoard by a persistent feeling of restlessness. It had been a long and boring week, and the need to stretch his wings and just fly was overwhelming.
He was calm, so the only weather that followed him was a light cloudiness. Taken by a whim, he banked to the north, and kept going until a dim light came into his view. He was flying high, but his sharp eyes let him see that the fire had a lone figure by it.
Curious, he started to circle, intent on observing for now.