Earlier that day, Lucian was working at the forge under Rorik's supervision. As he worked the metal with a hammer in his talons, he noticed his friend, the fire demon Roktos, leave for the mountains. As he was tempering the limbs of his metal bow, a long running project of his, his master, Rorik, came up to him.
"You may want to go after him, Lucian. There are a few dragons in that valley, and they might not take so kindly to him. Don't worry about your bow. I'll finish tempering that limb." He said, his tone sounds less than pleased. Lucian nodded, and set the bow aside. I sure hope he's not in over his head...
Sure enough, the gryphon apprentice found his friend, cornered by a dragon. He sighed, as he was used to this. Roktos always seemed to find some way to screw up, but, so did Lucian. Many times, he'd be engraving something on a blade, or simply hammering metal, and, one slip later, he'd either have a really interesting brand on his talons, or he'd be wearing what Rorik called "The Branch".
"Roktos, what did you do this time?" He said, walking, or rather, flying over to the pair. He was getting tired of this shit. One day, it was all going to pay, he supposed...