The warm wind brushed his scales, the black color contrasting in the blue and white of the sky. Zulran had always enjoyed flying freely, having been traveling and in somewhat dangerous territory for weeks now he could finally feel the wind and spread his wings. He could already see the city not too far away, a single towering castle in the center of a large number of smaller houses, districts separating the many parts of the city, and large walls with siege weapons always at the ready overlooking the hillock that lead to the forest below Zulran.
He had hoped to arrive without much notice from the city, but already two dragon escorts had joined him, flying below him, and an envoy was already at the gates, awaiting his landing. She looked slightly nervous, and rather giddy, or at least she would be if she wasn't trying so hard to hide it. Zulran landed with as much grace as he could muster, trying to be as dignified as he thought the envoy would expect, cleared his throat and approached,