Ah, jungles. Jungles are so much better than the endless, boring sands of the desert. Not only are they generally more interesting than a hot wasteland of nothingness, but they reminded Zaryn just a little bit of home. I mean, it lacked the swampy floor, the thick, dangerous smog, and the giant, poisonous everything, but hey, he'll take what he can get.
Unfortunately, it wasn't vacation that brought Zaryn here; he was sent here by contract to hunt down a group of bandits that fled south from Essryn, and they should be here somewhere....
Boom!
Zaryn drew his scimitars and dashed in the direction of the explosion. He took the high road, climbing up onto the branches and hopping from tree to tree, ready to dive at whatever threat he came across. What he actually came across took him by surprise: a small dragon, flailing angrily besides a smoking cauldron.
"Hey," Zaryn called out as he leaned against the trunk of the tree, an amused smile cracking across his face. "You need help down there?"